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compiled by 
Rev. N. S. STRASSBURGER. 



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ALLENTOWN, PA. 

CHRONICLE PRINT, SEVENTH AND HAMILTON STS. 

1878. 

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Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1878, 

by N. S. STRASSBUEGER, in the office of the 

Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. 

PREFACE. S? 

The singing of a religious Hymn, is an act of 
divine worship. Such a Hymn should speak, not 
merely of God, but also to God, — either to the Fath- 
er, the Son, or the Holy Ghost, — and use the second 
person singular. 

Every Sunday School Scholar, able to read, ought 
to have a suitable Hymn Book. To bring one within 
the reach of all, the poor as well as the rich, this 
small and cheap edition has been published. It 
contains only Hymns of prayer and praise, of which 
Christ is the centre. With few exceptions, either 
the authors or their translators, are allowed to ex- 
press their thoughts and even shades of thought, in 
their *' own chosen forms of speech." A number of 
Hymns have accordingly been restored to their orig- 
inal forms. Verbal alterations of the text of a 
Hymn, if known and allowed, are indicated by the 
letter ^' a." Good Hjonns on several subjects were 
omitted, partly to prevent an increase of the size 
and price of the book, mainly, however, because 
they are not needed in a Sunday School. 

Since the Hymns are arranged according to the 
Church Year, a Table of Contents was deemed un- 
necessary. Several Tunes for Hymns of peculiar 
metres, are respectfully suggested. 

N. S. STRASSBURGER. 

Allentown, Pa., January 29, 1878. 



HYMNS. 

FIEST SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 

L. M. (With chorus, L. P. M.) 

1 (\ COME, O Come, Emmanuel, 
" ' And ransom captive Israel, 
That mom'ns in lowly exile here. 
Until the Son of God appear. 

[Rejoice ! for thee, Emmanuel 
Shall soon be born, O Israel!] 

2 O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free 
Thine own from Satan's tyranny ; 
From depths of heU Thy people save. 
And give them victory o'er the grave. 

3 O come. Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer 
Our spirits by Thine Advent here ; 
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, 

And death's dark shadows put to flight. 

4 O come. Thou Key of David, come 
And open wide our heav'nly home ; 
Make sa^e the way that leads on high 
And close the path to misery. 

Latin Hymn, 12th Century. 

T. M. Neale, Tr., 1851, a. 

7s and 6s, (Eight lines.) 
1 f\^ ! liow shall I receive Thee, 
V^ How greet Thee, Lord ! aright ? 
All nations long to see Thee, 

My hope, my heart's delight ! 
Oh ! kindle. Lord ! most holy, 
Thy lamp within my breast. 
To do in spirit lowly 
AU that may please Thee best. 



SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 

I lay in fetters groaning, 

Thon com'st to set me free! 
I stood, my shame bemoaning, 

Thou com'st to honor me ! 
A jjjlory Thou dost give me, 

A treasure safe on high, 
That will not fail nor leave me 

As earthly riches fly. 

Love caus'd Thy incarnation, 

Love brought Thee down to me. 
Thy thirst for my salvation, 

Procur'd my liberty. 
Oh ! love beyond all telling, 

That led Thee to embrace. 
In love all love excelling, 

Our lost and fallen race ! 

Paul Gerhardt, 1653, 
Seatou's Leeds Church. H. B. Tr., 1859. 



SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 



8s and 7s. 

1 f IGHT of those whose dreary dwelling 
Li Borders on the shades of death ! 
Come, and, by Thy love's revealing, 

Dissipate the clouds beneath. 

2 The new heaven and earth's Creator, 

In our deepest darkness rise, — 
Scattering aU the night of nature, 
Pouring day upon our eyes. 

3 Still we wait for Thine appearing ; 

Life and joy Thy beams impart. 
Chasing aU our fears, and cheering 
Every poor, benighted heart. 

4 Come, and manifest the favor 

God hath for our ransom'd race ; 
Come, Thou glorious God and Saviour ! 
Come, and bring the gospel-grace. 



THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 5 

By Thine all-suflacient merit, 

Ev'ry burden'd soul release ; 
Ev'ry weary, wand 'ring spirit, 

Guide into Thy perfect peace. 

Charles Wesley, 174 1, a. 



O 



C. M. 
NCE more, O Lord ! Thy sign shall be 
Upon the heav'ns display'd, 
And earth and its inhabitants 
Be terribly afraid. 

2 For, not in weakness clad. Thou com'st, 

Our woes, our sins to bear. 
But. girt with all Thy Father's might. 
His judgment to declare. 

3 Then grant us. Saviour ! so to pass 

Our time in trembling here. 
That when upon the clouds of heav'n 
Thy glory shall appear ; 

4 Uplifting high our joyful heads, 

In triumph we may rise. 
And enter, with Thine angel train, 
Thy palace in the skies. 

George W. Doane. 



THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 



L. M. 

1 r\ JESUS, Lord of heav'nly grace ! 

v^' Thou Brightness of Thy father's face, 

Thou Fountain of eternal light. 

Whose beams disperse the shades of night ! 

2 Come, holy Sun of heav'nly love ! 
S'end down Thy radiance from above ; 
And to our inmost hearts convey 
The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray. 



b FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 

3 Oh ! hallow'd thus be every day ! 
Let meekness be our morning ray, 
And faithful love our noon-day Ught, 
And hope our sunset, calm and bright. 

4 O Christ ! with each returning mom, 
Thine image to our hearts is borne ; 
Oh ! may we ever clearly see 

Our Saviour and our God in Thee ! 
Ambrose, Latin, 390. 

John Chandler, Tr., 1837. 

g 8s, 7s and 4s. 

1 TTTELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer ! 

▼ ▼ Welcome to this heart of mine ; 
Be Thou mine, and mine forever, 
And my soul forever Thine — 
Thine, O Saviour — Thine forever, 
Be this ransom'd heart of mine. 

2 Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer ! 

Welcome to this heart of mine ; 
Be Thy life, my light and glory, 

Let Thy light within me shine — 
Light of heaven — Kindly given, 
Shine within my bosom, shine. 

3 Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer ! 

Welcome to this heart of mine ; 
Take, Oh ! take me. Lord ! forever, 

Thine I am and only Thine ; 
Jesus ! never, — shall we sever, — 
I am Thine, and Thou art mine. 



FOUKTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 



7s. 
1 i^OME, Thou Saviom' of our race, 
V^ Choicest Gift of heav'nly grace ! 
O thou blessed Virgin's Son ! 
Be Thy race on earth begun. 






FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 

2 Wondrous birth ! O wondrous Child ! 
Of the Virgin, undefil'd! 

Though by all the world disown'd, 
Still to be in heav'n enthron'd. 

3 Equal to the Father now, 

Though to dust Thou once didst bow ; 
Boundless shall Thy kingdom be ; 
When* shall we its glories see ? 

4 Brightly doth Thy manger shine ! 
Glorious is its light divine : 

Let not sin o'ercloud this light, 
Ever be our faith thus bright. 

St. Ambrose, d., 397. 
William N. Keynolds, Tr., 1850. 

L. M. 

1 JESUS! Thy Church, with longmg eyes, 
^ For Thine expected coming waits ; 
When will the promis'd light arise, 

And glory beam from Zion's gates ? 

• 

2 Come, gracious Lord ! our hearts renew, 

Our foes repel, our wrongs redress ; 
Man's rooted enmity subdue. 
And crovni Thy gospel with success. 

3 Oh ! come and reign o'er every land ; 

Let Satan from his throne be hurl'd, 
All nations bow to Thy command. 
And grace revive a dying world. 

4 Teach us, in watchfulness and pray'r, 

To wait for the appointed hour ; 
And fit us, by Thy grace, to share 
The triumphs of Thy conq'ring pow'r. 

William H. Bathurst, 1831. 



CHKISTMAS-DAT. 

OHEISTMAS-DAY. 



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L.M. 



1 \^E sing to Thee, Immanuel, 

» ▼ The Prince of life, salvation's Well, 
The Plant of heav'n, the Star of morn, 
The Lord of lords, the Virgin-bom. 

3 All glory, worship, thanks, and praise, 
That Thou art come in these our days ! 
Thou heav'nly Guest expected long. 
We hail Thee with a joyful song. 

3 For Thee, since first the world was made, 
Men's hearts have waited, watch'd and pray'd 
Prophets and patriarchs, year by year. 
Have long'd to see Thy light appear. 

4 Thou art our Head, our Lord divine : 
We are Thy members, wholly Thine ; 
And in Thy Spirit's strength would still 
Serve Thee according to Thy will. 

5 Thus wil> we sing Thy praises here, 
With joyful spirits year by year : 
And when we reckon time no more. 
May we in heav'n Thy Name adore. 

Paul Gerhardt, 1656. 

Catharine Winkworth, Tr., 1855 

F. E. Cox, Tr., 1865, a. 

10 ^'^' 

1 /\ CHRIST, Redeemer of our race! 
" Thou Brightness of the Father's face, 
Of Him and with Him ever One, 

Ere times and seasons had begun ; 

2 Thou that art very Light of Light, 
Unfailing Hope in sin's dark night, 
Hear Thou the prayers Thy people pray 
The wide world o'er, this blessed day. 



CHKISTMAS-DAY. « 

3 To-day, as year by year its light 
Sheds o'er the world a radiance bright, 
One precious truth is echoed on, 
'•'Tis Thou hast saved us, Thou alone." 

4 Thou from the Father's throne didst come 
To call His banished children home ; 
And heav'n and earth, and sea and shore, 
His love who sent Thee here, adore. 

5 And gladsome too are we to-day. 
Whose guilt Thy blood has wash'd away ; 
Redeem' d, the new-made song we sing ; 
It is the birthday of our King. 

Latin Hymn, 6th Century. 

Sir H. W. Baker and E. Caswall, Trs. 

J L. M. 

1 \ LL praise to Thee, eternal Lord! 
A Cloth'd in a garb of flesh and blood ; 
Choosing a manger for Thy throne. 
While worlds on worlds are Thine alone. 

3 A little child. Thou art our guest. 
That weary ones in Thee may rest ; 
Forlorn and lowly is Thy buth, , 

That we may rise to heav'n from earth. 

3 Thou comest in the darksome night, 
To make us children of the light, — 
To make us, in the realms divine, 

Like Thine own angels round Thee shine. 

4 All this for us, Thy love hath done ; 
By this to Thee, our love is won : 
For this we tune our cheerful lays. 

And shout our thanks in ceaseless praise. 
M. Luther, 1523. 

Unknown, Tr. 
2 L.M. 

1 f^ OOD news from heav'n the angels bring. 
vJT Glad tidings to the earth they sing : 

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10 SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. 

To US this day a Child is giv'n, 

To crown us with the joy of heav'n. 

2 All hail, Thou noble Guest, this morn, 
Whose love did not the sinner scorn ! 
In my distress Thou cam'st to me ; 
What thanks shall I return to Thee ? 

3 Were earth a thousand times as fair, 
Beset with gold and jewels rare, 
She yet were far too poor to be 

A narrow cradle, Lord ! for Thee. 

4 Ah ! dearest Jesus, holy Child ! 
Make Thee a bed, soft, undefil'd. 
Within my heart, that it may be 
A quiet chamber, kept for Thee. 

.5 Praise God upon His heav'nly throne, 
Who gave to us His only Son : 
For this His hosts, on joyful wing, 
A blest New Year of mercy sing. 

Martin Luther, 1535. 

Catharine Winkworth, 1 855. 



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SUNDAY AFT£E OHEISTMAS. 

8s and 7s. 

1 TT AIL ! Thou long-expected Jesus ! 
-tl Born to set Thy people free ; 
From our fears and sins release us, 

Let us find our rest in Thee. 

2 Israel's Strength and Consolation, 

Hope of aU the earth Thou art ; 
Dear Desire of every nation, 
Joy of every longing heart. 

3 Born, Thy people to deliver ; 

Born a Child, and yet a King ; 
Born to reign in us for ever, 
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring. 



NEW tear's DAT. 11 

By Thine own eternal Spirit, 

Rule in all our hearts alone ; 
By TMne all-suflacient merit, 

Raise us to Thy glorious throne. 

Charles Wesley, 1744, a. 

S. M. 

1 T^ATHER! our hearts we lift 
A Up to Thy gracious throne, 
And thank Thee for the precious gift 

Of Thine incarnate Son. 

2 Jesus, the holy Child, 

Doth, by His birth, declare, 
That God and man are reconciled. 
And one in Him we are. 

3 A peace on earth He brings, 

Which never more shall end ; 
The Lord of hosts, the King of kings, 
Declares Himself our Friend. 

4 Oh ! may we all receive 

The new-bom Prince of peace ; 
And meekly in His spirit hve. 
And in His love increase ! 

Charles Wesley, 1745. 



NEW YEAE'S DAT. 



7s. 

1 17 OR Thy mercy and Thy grace, 
-T Faithful through another year, 
Hear our song of thankfulness. 

Father, and Redeemer ! hear. 

2 In our weakness and distress. 

Rock of strength ! be our stay I 
In the pathless wilderness 

Be om' true and living way ! 



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12 NEW year's DAT. 

3 Who of US death's awful road 

In the comhig year shall tread ? 
With Thy rod and staff, O God! 
Comfort Thou his dying head ! 

4 Keep us faithful, keep us pure, 

Keep us evermore Thine own ! 
Help, Oh ! help us to endure ; 
Fit us for the promis'd crown ! 



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5 So within Thy palace gate 

We shall praise, on golden strings, 
Thee, the only Potentate, 
Lord of lords, and King of kings ! 

Henry Downton, 1843, a. 

16 C. M. 

1 Tl OW sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
-t-L In a believer's ear ! 
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds. 

And drives away his fear. 

2 Dear name ! the rock on which I build, 

My shield and hiding-place ; 
My never-failing treasury, fiU'd 
With boundless stores of grace. 

3 Jesus ! — my Shephard, Husband, Friend ! 

My Prophet, Priest, and King ! 
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End ! 
Accept the praise I bring. 

4 Weak is the effort of my heart. 

And cold my warmest thought ; 
But when I see Thee as Thou art, 
I'll praise Thee as I ought. 

5 Till then, I would Thy love proclaim, 

W^ith ev'ry fleeting breath ; 
And may the music of Thy name 
Refresh my soul in death. 

John Newton, 1779 



SUNDAY AFTER NEW YEAR. lo 

SUNDAY AFTER NEW YEAE. 



ly c. M. 

1 TESUS ! I love Thy charming name, 
^ 'Tis music to mine ear ; 

Fain would I sound it out so loud, 
That earth and heav'n might hear. 

2 Yes : Thou art precious to my soul, 

My Transport and my Trust ; 
Jewels to Thee, are gaudy toys. 
And gold is sordid dust. 

8 All my capacious pow'rs can wish, 
In Thee doth richly meet ; 
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear, 
Nor friendship half so sweet. 

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart. 

And sheds its fragrance there ; 
The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
1 The cordial of its care. 

5 I'll speak the honors of Thy name, 

With my last laboring breath ; 
Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms. 
The antidote of death. 

Philip Doddridge, 1740. 

8s, 7s and 4s. 

JESUS ! Holy ChUd from Heaven, 
Thou for children wast a child ; 
Infant Martyrs gather'd round Thee. 

And, unconscious, for Thee died. 
Not by speaking, — But by dying, 
Slaughter'd babes proclaim Thy praise. 

2 Prophets — yes, they preached by suffering : 

Piiests — themselves the sacrifice : 
' Kings— by bloody tyrants further'd, 



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14 EPIPHANT. 

They to crowns and glory rise. 
Not by living,— But by dying. 
They the life eternal won ! 

3 Jesus I Holy child from heaven, 

Who for children wast a child ; 
Lambs upon Thine altar lying. 

Make us humble, meek, and mild, 
That in living,— And in dying. 

We may evermore be Thine. 

THE EPIPHANY. 

1 f^ THOU ! who by a star didst guide 
yj The wise men on their way, 
Until it came and stood beside 

The place where Jesus lay ; 

2 Although by stars Thou dost not lead 

Thy servants now below. 
Thy Holy Spirit, when they need. 
Will show them how to go. 

3 As yet we know Thee but in part, 

But still we trust Thy word. 
That blessed are the pure in heart, 
For, they shall see the Lord. 

4 O Saviour! give us then. Thy grace, 

To make us pure in heart. 
That we may see Thee, face to face 
Hereafter, as Thou art. 

John Mason Neale, d., 1866. 

20 ^' ^• 

1 f^ REAT Father of mankind ! 
VT We bless that wondrous grace, 
Which could for Gentiles find, 

Within Thy courts, a place ; 
How kind the care our God displays. 

For us to raise a house of prayer ! 



FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 15 

2 Though once estranged far, 

We now approach the throne ; 
For. Jesus brings us near, 

And makes our cause His own : 
Strangers no more, to Thee we come, 

And find our home, and rest secure. 

3 To Thee our souls we join, 

And love Thy sacred name ; 
No more our own, but Thine, 

We triumph in Thy claim. 
Dear Father— King ! Thy covenant grace 

Our souls embrace, Thy titles sing. 

4 May all the nations throng. 

To worship in Thy house : 
And Thou attend the song. 

And smile upon their vows ; 
Indulgent still, tiU earth conspire 

To join the choir, on Zion's hill. 

Philip Doddridge, 1740. 

EST SUNDAY _AFTEE EPIPHANY. 

I ' L.M. 

TT AIL, Jesus ! Israel's Hope and Light ! 
AJ- Prophets and Priests prepar'd Thy day. 
Thy people, through the breaking night, 
With waiting joy foresaw Thy day. 

By Jacob's Star the Gentiles found 
Light on then- mystic longings pour'd ; 

Wise men from dismal regions round, 
Bowed at Thy manger and ador'd. 

Thy Advent, Lord ! revives the world ; 

Thy life shaU waiting nations know : 
The banner of Thy truth unfurl'd. 

Shall glorious on the mountains glow. 



16 FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 

4 The vales, where darkness lingers last, 
Now kindle in prophetic light ; 
The morning breaks ! for ever past 
The fearful reign of ancient night. 

22 ^- ^• 

1 ^rHOU art the Way ;— to Thee alone 

* From sin and death we flee ; 
And he who would the Father seek, 
Must seek Him, Lord ! by Thee. 

2 Thou art the Truth ; — Thy word alone 

True wisdom can impart ; 
Thou only canst inform the mind 
And purify the heart. 

3 Thou art the Life ; — the rending tomb 

Proclaims Thy conqu'ring arm ; 
And those, who put their trust in Thee, 
Nor death nor hell shall harm. 

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life ; 

Grant us that way to know ; 
That Truth to keep, that Life to win, 
Whose joys eternal flow. 

Geprge W. Doane, 1824. 

23 S.M. 

1 f\ JESUS, God and Man ! 
^ ^^ On this Thy holy day. 

To Thee for precious gifts of grace 
Thy ransomed people pray." 

2 We pray for childlike hearts, 

For gentle, holy love, 
For strength to do Thy will below. 
As angels do above. 

3 We pray for simple faith, 

For hope that never faints. 

For true communion evermore 

With all Thy blessed saints. 



SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 17 

4 On friends around us here 

O let Thy blessing f aU ; 
We pray for grace to love them well. 
But Thee beyond them all. 

5 O joy to live for Thee ! 

O joy in Thee to die ! 
O very joy of joys to see 
Thy Face eternally ! 

Sir Henry Baker, 1852. 



SECOND SUNDAY AFTEE EPIPHANY, 



24 c. M. 

1 TESUS ! the very thought of Thee 
^ With sweetness fiUs my breast : 
But sweeter far Thy face to see, 

And in Thy presence rest 

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 

Nor can the memory find, 
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, 
O Saviour of mankind! 

3 O Hope of every contrite heart ! 

O Joy of all the meek ! 
To those who fall, how kind Thou ait ! 
How good to those who seek! 

4 But what to those who find ? Ah ! this 

Nor tongue, nor pen can show : 
The love of Jesus — what it is. 
None but his loved ones know. 

5 Jesus ! our only Joy be Thou ! 

As Thou our prize wilt be ; 
Jesus ! be Thou our glory now. 
And through eternity ! 

Bernard of Olairvaux. 1140. 

E. Caswall, Tr., 1849. 



18 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 

25 c. M. 

1 A BIDE amonff us with Thy grace, 

-^ Lord Jesus I evermore ; 
Nor let us e'er to sin give place, 
Nor grieve Him we adore.. 

2 Abide among us with Thy word, 

Redeemer, whom we love : 
Thy help and mercy here afford, 
And life with Thee above. 

3 Abide among us with Thy ray, 

O Light, that lighten'st all ; 
And let Thy truth preserve our way, 
Nor suffer us to fall. 

4 Abide among us as our Shield, 

O Captain of Thy host; 
That to the world we may not jdeld, 
Nor e'er forsake our post. 

5 Abide with us in faithful love. 

Our God and Saviour be ! 
Thy help at need, Oh ! let us prove, 
And keep us true to Thee. 

F. Stagmann. 
Catharine Winkwarth, Tr. 

26 c- ^• 

1 (\ JESUS, King most wonderful ! 
^^ Thou conquerer renown'd ; 
Thou sweetness most ineffable. 

In whom all joys are found ! 

2 When once Thou visitest the heart, 

Then truth begins to shine ; 
Then earthly vanities depart ; 
Then kindles love divine. 

3 O Jesus, Light of aU below I 

Thou Fount of life and fire ! 
Surpassing aU the joys we know, 
All that we can desire, — 



THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.. 19 

4 May every heart confess Thy name, 

And ever Thee adore ; 
And seeking Thee, itself inflame 
To see Thee more and more. 

5 Thee may our tongues forever bless ; 

Thee may we love alone ; 

And ever in our lives express 

The image of Thine Own. 

Bernard of Clairvaux, 1140. 

Edward Caswall, Tr., 1849. 



THIED SUNDAY AFTEE EPIPHANY. 
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8s and 7s. 

HAIL ! Thou source of every blessing, 
Sovereign Father of mankind ! 
Gentiles now, Thy grace possessing. 
In Thy courts admission find. 

2 Gratefully we bend before Thee, 
In Thy Church obtain a place. 

Now, by faith, behold Thy glory, 
Praise Thy truth and sing Thy grace. 

3 Hail ! Thou ever-blessed Saviour ! 
Gentiles now their offerings bring ; 

In Thy temple seek Thy favor, 
Worship Thee their Lord and King. 

4 May we all, sincere in spirit. 
Live devoted to Thy praise, 

Glorious realms of bliss inherit, 
Grateful anthems ever raise. 

Stewart's Percy Chapel Collection, 1813. 

28 s- ^• 

1 TESUS, the Christ of God ! 
O The Father's blessed Son ! 
The Father's bosom Thine abode, 
The Father's love Thine own. 



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^ THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANr. 

2 Jesus, the Lamb of God ! 

Who, us from hell to raise, 
Hast shed Thy reconciling blood : — 
We give Thee endless praise. 

3 Great Sacrifice for sin ! 

Giver of hf e for life ! 
Restorer of peace within ! 
True ender of the stiif e ! 

4 To Thee, the Christ of God, 

Thy saints exulting sing ; 

The bearer of our heavy load, 

Our own anointed King. 

5 Rest of the weary, Thou ! 

To Thee our rest we come ; 
In Thee to find our dwelling now, 
Our everlasting home. 

Horatius Bonar, 1861. 

29 ^- ^• 

1 pOUNTAIN of grace, rich, full, and free, 
-T What need I, that is not in Thee ? 

Full pardon, strength to meet the day, 
And peace, which none can take away. 

2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear ? 
'Tis sweet to know that Thou art near. 
Am I with dread of justice tried ? 

'Tis sweet to know that Christ hath died. 

3 In life, Thy promises of aid 
Forbid my heart to be afraid ; 

In death, peace gently veils the eyes : 
Christ rose, and I shall surely rise. 

4 O all-sufficient Saviour ! be 
This all-sufficiency to me ; 

Nor pain, nor sin, nor death can harm 
The weakest shielded by Thine arm. 

Anonymous. 



FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIHPANY. 21 

'OUETH SUNDAY AFTEE EPIPHANY. 



jQ 6s and 4s. (64, 64, 664.) 

1 OAVIGUR! Thy gentle voice 
•^ Gladly we hear ; 

Author of all our joys, 

Ever be near ; 
Oui* souls would cling to Thee, 
Let us Thy fulness see, 

Our life to cheer. 

2 Fountain of life divine ! 

Thee we adore ; 
We would be wholly Thine 

Forevermore; 
Freely forgive our sin. 
Grant heav'nly peace within, 
Thy light restore. 

3 Though to our faith unseen, 

While darkness reigns, 
On Thee alone we lean 
While life remains ; 
By th}^ free grace restor'd, 
Our souls shaU bless the Lord 
In joyful strains ! 

Thomas Hastings, d., 1872. 

-Jl L. M. 

1 r\ HOLY Saviour, Friend unseen ! 

^^ Since on Thine arm Thou bid'st me lean, 
Help me, throughout life's varying scene, 
By faith to cling to Thee, — to^Thee. 

2 Blest with this fellowship divine. 
Take what Thou wilt, I'll ne'er repine ; 
E'en as the branches to the vine, 

My soul would cling to Thee,^ — to Thee. 



23 FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 

3 Far from my home, fatigu'd, oppressed, 
Here have I found a place of rest ; 

An exile still, yet not unblest, 

While I can chng to Thee, — ^to Thee. 

4 Oft, when I seem to tread alone 

Some barren waste, with thorns o'ergrown, 
Thy voice of love in gentlest tone, 

Whispers, " Still cling to me, — ^to me." 

5 Though faith and hope may long be tried, 
I ask not, need not, aught beside ; 

How safe, how calm, how satisfied, 

The souls that chng to Thee, — ^^to Thee ! 
Charlotte Elliot, 1834. 



FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANYI 

OO 7s. Six lines. 

1 i~^ OD of mercy, God of gi-ace ! 
vT Show the brightness of Thy face ; 
Shine upon us. Saviour ! shine ; 
Fill Thy Church with Ught divine ; 
And Thy saving health extend 
Unto earth's remotest end. 

2 Let the people praise Thee, Lord ! 
Be by all that live ador'd ; 
Let the nations shout and sing 
Glory to their Saviour King ; 
AtTiw feet their tributes pay, 
And Thy holy will obey. 

3 Let the people praise Thee, Lord ! 
Earth shall then her fruits afford ; 
God to man His blessing give, 
Man to God devoted live ; 
All below, and all above. 
One in joy, and hght, and love. 

H. F. Lyte, 1834. 



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SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 23 

8s and 7s. 

1 ri RACIOUS Saviour, gentle Shepherd ! 
VJT Little ones are dear to Thee ; 
Gather'd with Thine arms and carried 

In Thy bosom may we be. 

2 Tender Shepherd, never leave us 

From Thy fold to go astray ; 
By Thy look of love directed, 
May we walk the narrow way. 

3 Cleanse our hearts from sin and folly, 

In the stream Thy love suppUed, — 
Mingled stream of Blood and water, 
Flowing from Thy wounded side. 

4 Let Thy Holy Word instruct us, 

Fill our minds with heav'nly light ; 
Let Thy love and grace constrain us 
To approve whate'er is right. 

5 Taught to lisp the holy praises, 

W' hich on earth Thy children sing. 
Both with lips and hearts unfeigned 
May we our thank-offerings bring. 

W. H. Havergal, 1833. 



5IXTH SUNDAY AFTEE EPIPHANY. 



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7s. Six lines. 
ORD ! and whither shaU we go ? 



Thou alone hast words of Uf e ! 
In our stormy griefs below, 

Who, but Thou, can heal the strife 
Sin and sorrow round us bring, 
In life's vale while wandering ? 

2 Blessed Christ ! embodied Word ! 
Thou alone art Life and Light : 
Saints, who have Thy truth preferr'd. 



34 SIXTH StTNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 

Walk in peace, and worship right : 
Thou alone to sin canst say, 
'• I am Love, the Living Way." 

3 Pardon, peace, and purity. 

Gifts without, and grace within, 
Love and light, which set us free 

From the curse and chain of sin, — 
These, Emmanuel ! Thou canst give, 
While upon Thy words we live. 

4 Saviour ! he our Polar Star, 

Shaded by no sinful night , 
Shed upon us from afar 

Living beams of holy hght : 
When we reach our radiant home, 
. We shall know the Way we come. 

Robert Montgomery, 1848. 

Q t 8s and 7s. 

1 T OVE Divine, all loves exceUing, 

A^ Joy of heaven, to earth come down ! 
Fix in us Thy humble dwelling. 
All Thy faithful mercies crown. 

2 Jesus ! Thou art all compassion, — 

Pure, unbounded love Thou art ; 
Visit us, with Thy salvation ; 
Enter every trembling heart. 

3 Breathe, Oh ! breathe Thy loving Spirit 

Into every troubled breast ! 
Let us aU in Thee inherit. 
Let us find the promised rest. 

4 Finish then Thy new creation ; 

Pure and holy let us be ; 
Let us see Thy great salvation, 
Perfectly restored in Thee. 



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SEPTIJAGESIMA. 35 

Changed from giory into glory, 
Till in heav'n we take oui* place ; 

Till we cast our crowns before Thee, 
Lost in wonder, love and praise. 

Charles Wesley, 1746, «. 



SEPTUAGESIMA. 



, 7s. Eight lines. 

1 a AVIOUR ! when, in dust to Thee, 
^ Low we bow th' adoring knee ; 
When, repentant, to the skies, 
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes ; 
Oh ! by all Thy pains and woe, 
Suffered once for man below, 
Bending from Thy throne on high^ 
Hear our solemn Litany. 

2 By Thy helpless infant years ; 
By Thy life of want and tears ; 
By Thy days of sore distress 
In the savage wilderness ; 

By the dread, mysterious hour 
Of th' insulting tempter's power- 
Turn, Oh ! turn, a favoring eye — 
Hear om* solemn Litany. 

3 By Thine horn- of dire despair ; 
By Thine agony of prayer ; 

By the cross, the nail, the thorn. 
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn ; 
By the gloom that veiled the skies 
O'er the dreadful sacrifice — 
Listen to our humble cry. 
Hear our solemn Litany ! 

4 By Thy deep expiring groan ; 
By the sad sepulchral stone ; 
By the vault whose dark abode 
Held in vain the rising God 1 



36 SEXAGESIMA. 

Oh ! from earth to heav'n restor'd, 
Mighty, re-ascended Lord — 
Listen, listen to the cry 
Of our solemn Litany. 

Robert Grant, 181 "?. 



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L. M. 

1 TESUS! I love Thee evermore, 

For Thou hast lov'd me. Lord ! before ; 

1 have^no freedom, but to be 

A willing servant, Lord! to Thee. 

2 Let memory, then, no thought retain, 

Except the glory of Thy reign ; 
Nor let my mind desire below 
Aught but the love of Christ to know. 

3 I cannot have a wish, or thought, 

Except to love Thee as I ought ; 
What by Thy gracious gift is mine. 
With joy I freely make it Thine. 

4 From Thee I have, to Thee I give ; 

In Thy commands. Oh ! let me live ! 
My wants will then be all supplied. 
For all are only dreams beside. 

Latin. Anon. 
Erastus C. Benedict, Tr., 1868. 



SEXAGESIMA. 



gg C. M. Ps. 69. 

1 TfATHER, I sing Thy wondrous gTace, 
J- I bless my Saviour's name ; 

He bought salvation for the poor, 
And bore the sinner's shame. 

2 His deep distress hath rais'd us high ; 

His duty and his zeal 
FulfiU'd the law which mortals broke, 
And finish'd aU Thy will. 



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8 His dying groans, His living songs 
Shall better please my God, 
I Than harp's or trumpet's solemn sound. 

Than goat's or bullock's blood. 

4 This shall His humble follow'rs see. 

And set their hearts at rest ; 
They by His death draw near to Thee, 
And live for ever blest. 

5 Zion is Thine, most holy God, 

Thy Son shall bless her gates ; 
And glory, purchas'd by His blood. 
For Thine own Israel waits. 

Isaac Watts, 1719. 

'^Q 6saDd4s. (664,66^)4.) 

1 C AVIOUR ! I look to Thee, 
^ Be not Thou far from me, 

'Mid storms that low'r ; 
On me Thy care bestow, 
Thy loving-kindness show. 
Thine arms around me throw, 

This trying hour. 

2 Saviour I I look to Thee, 
Let me Thy fullness see, 

Save me from fear ; 
While at Thy cross I kneel, 
All my backslidings heal. 
And a free pardon seal, 

My soul to cheer. 

3 Saviour ! I look to Thee, 
Thine shall the glory be. 

Hearer of prayer ; 
Thou art my only aid, 
On Thee my soul is stay'd 
Naught can my heart invade. 

While Thou art near. 

Thomas Hastings, 1858. 



28 QUINQUAGESIMA. 

QUINQUAGESIMA. 

40 LM. 

1 TESUS! Thy boundless love to me 

^ No thought can reach, no tongue declare 
Oh ! knit my thankful heart to Thee, 
And reign without a rival there. 

2 Oh ! grant that nothing in my soul 

May dweU, but Thy pure love alone; 
Oh ! may Thy love possess me whole, 
My joy, my treasure, and my crown. 

3 Thy love, how cheering is its ray ! 

AH pain before its presence flies ; 
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away. 
Where'er its healing beams arise. 

4 Oh ! let Thy love my soul inflame. 

And to Thy service sweetly bind ! 
Transfuse it through my inmost frame, 
And mould me wholly to Thy mind. 

5 Thy love in sufferings, be my peace : 

Thy love, in weakness, make me strong ; 
And when the storms of life shall cease. 
Thy love shall be in heaven, my song. 
Paul Gerhardt, 1653. 

John Wesley, Tr., 1739, 



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S. M. 

O SAVIOUR ! who didst come 
By water and by blood : 
Confess'd on earth, ador'd in heav'n. 
Eternal Son of God ! 

2 Jesus, our Life and Hope, 
To endless years the same ! 
We plead Thy gracious promises. 
And rest upon Thy name. 



FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT. 2'.) 

3 By faith in Thee we live, 

By faith in Thee we stand, 
By Thee we vanquish sin and death. 
And gain the heav'nly land. 

4 O Lord ! increase our faith ; 

Oui' fearful spirits calm ; 
Sustain us through this mortal strife. 
Then give the victor's palm. 

Anonymous, ISG^. 



FIEST SUNDAY IN LENT. 



42 C. M. 

1 f\ THOU, from whom all goodness flows ! 
v>^ I lift my heart to Thee ; 

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 
Dear Lord ! remember me. 

2 When, with a broken, contrite heart, 

I lift mine eyes to Thee ; 
My pardon grant, Thyself impart. 
In love, remember me. 

3 If trials sore obstruct my way, 

And ills I cannot flee. 
Then let my strength be as my day : 
Dear Lord ! remember me. 

4 If worn with pain, disease and grief 

This feeble frame should be. 
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief ; 
Dear Lord ! remember me. 

5 And when I tread the vale of death, 

And bow to Thy decree, 
Then, Saviour ! with my parting breath, 
I'U cry, '' Remember me." 

Thomas Haweiss, 1792, a. 



30 SECOND SUNDAY IN LENT. 

43 L. M. 

1 f~\ THOU, the contrite sinner's Friend, 
" ^ Who loving, lov'st them to the end ! 
On this alone my hopes depend, 

That Thou wilt plead for me, — for me. 

2 When I have err'd, and gone astray, 
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way, 
And see no glimmering, guiding ray, 

Still, Saviour ! plead for me, — for me, 

3 When Satan, by my sins made bold. 
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold, 
Then, with Thy pitying arms, enfold. 

And plead, Oh 1 plead for me, — far me. 

4 And, when my dying hour draws near, 
Darken'd with anguish, guilt, and fear. 
Then to my fainting sight appear, 

Pleading in heav'n for me, — for me. 

5 When the full light of heav'nly day 
Reveals my sins in dread array, 

Say, Thou hast wash'd them all away"; 
Oh ! say. Thou plead' st for me, — for me. 
Charlotte ElUott, 1837. 



SECOND SUNDAY IN LENT, 



44 



L. M. Ps. 51. 

1 T ORD ! I am vile, conceiv'd in sin, 
J-^ And born unholy and unclean ; 
Sprung from the man whose guilty f aU 
Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 

2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, 
The seeds of sin grow up for death ; 
Thy law demands a, perfect heart ; 
But we're defil'd in ev'ry part. 



SECOND SUNDAY IN LENT. 31 

3 Great God ! create my heart anew. 
And form my spirit pure and true 

No outward forms can make me clean ; 
The leprosy hes deep within. 

4 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast. 
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkUng priest, 
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea. 
Can wash the dismal stain away. 

5 Jesus ! my God ! Thy blood alone 
Hath pow'r suflacient to atone ; 

Thy blood can make me white as snow ; 
No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 

Isaac Watts, 1719 

I 7s. Six lines. 

1 TJOCK of Ages, cleft for me, 
" Let me hide myself in Thee ! 

Let the water and the blood 
From Thy riven side which flowed, 
Be of sin the double cure. 
Cleanse me from its gmlt and power. 

2 Not the labors of my hands, 
Can fulfil Thy law's demands : 
Could my zeal no respite know, 
Could my tears forever flow, 
AH for sin could not atone ; 
Thou must save, and Thou alone ! 

3 Nothing in my hand I bring ; 
Simply, to Thy cross I cling ; 
Naked, come to Thee for dress ; 
Helpless, look to Thee for grace : 
Foul, I to the fountain fly ; 
Wash me. Saviour, or I die ! 

4 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When my eyelids close in death. 
When I soar through tracts unknown, 



32 THIRD SUNDAY IN LENT. 

See Thee on Thy judgment- throne, 
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself m Thee ! 

Augustus M. Toplady, 1776, a. 



THIRD SUNDAY IN LENT. 



46 c. M. 

1 'yHERE is a fountain, fiU'd with blood, 
J- Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 

And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood, 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see 

That fountain in his day : 
And there have I, as vUe as he, 
Wash'd all my sins away. 

3 Dear, dying Lamb! Thy precious blood 

Shall never lose its pow'r, 
Till all the ransom'd Church of God 
Be sav'd, to sin no more. 

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream, 

Thy flowing wounds supply. 
Redeeming love has been my theme. 
And shall be — till I die. 

5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, 

I'll sing Thy pow'r to save ; 
When this poor, lisping, stamm'ring tongue 
Lies silent in the grave. 

William Cowper, 1779. 

j^^ L. M. 

1 TTOW beaut' ous were the marks divine, 
-tJ- That in Thy meekness us'd to shine, 
That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod 
In wondrous love, O Son of God ! 



FOURTH SUNDAY IN LENT. "^i 

'J Oh ! who, like Thee, so calm, so bright, 
Thou God of God, thou Light of Light ! 
Oh ! who, like Thee, did ever go 
So patient through a world of woe ? 

3 Oh ! who, lilve Thee, so humbly bore 
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before? 
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high. 
So glorious in humilitj^ ? 

4 Ev'n death, which sets the prisoner free, 
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee ; 
Yet, love through all Thy torture glow'd 
And mercy with Thy life-blood flow'd. 

5 Oh ! in Thy light, be mine to go, 
Illuming all my way of woe ! 
And give me ever on the road, 

To trace Thy footsteps. Son of God ! 

Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1838. 



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FOUETH SUNDAY IN LENT. 

C. M. 

1 i\ JESUS ! Thou the Beauty art 
V-^ Of angel-worlds above ; 
Thy name is music to the heart, 

Enchanting it with love. 

2 O Jesus ! Saviom- ! hear the sighs 

Which unto Thee we send ; 

To Thee our inmost spirit cries, 

Our being's Hope and End ! 

'S Stay with us. Lord ! and with Thy light 
Illume the soul's abyss ; 
Scatter the darkness of our night, 
And fiU the world with bliss. 

4 O Jesus ! King of earth and heaven ! 
Our life and joy ! to Thee 
Be honor, thanks, and blessings given 
Through all eternity. 
Bernard of Clairvaux 1140, Edward Caswall, Tr., 1849, a, 



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49 



C. M. 

1 TESTIS! Thou art the sinner's friend : 
^ As such I look to Thee ; 

Now, in the fullness of Thy love, 

Lord ! remember me. 

2 Remember Thy pure word of grace, — 

Remember Calvary ; 
Remember aU Thy dying groans, 
And then remember me. 

2 Thou wondrous Advocate with God ! 

1 yield myself to Thee ; 

While Thou art sitting on Thy throne, 
Dear Lord ! remember me. 

4t Lord ! I am guilty — I am vile, 
But Thy salvation's free ; 
Then in Thine all-abounding grace, 
Dear Lord ! remember me. 

5 And when I close my eyes in death, 
When creature-helps all flee, . 
Then, O my dear Redeemer God ! 
I pray, remember me. 

Richard Burnham, 1783, a. 



FIFTH SUNDAY IN LEST. 



gfj 7s. Eight lines. 

1 TESUS: Loverof my soul! 
^ Let me to Thy bosom fly. 
While the nearer waters roU, 

While the tempest stDl is high ; 
Hide me, O my Saviour ! hide. 
Till the storm of life is past ; 
Safe into the haven guide ; 
Oh ! receive my soul at last. 



FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT. 35 

3 Other refuge have I none ; ^ 

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee : 
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 

Still support and comfort me : 
AU my trust on Thee is stay'd. 

All my help from Thee I bring ; 
Cover my defenceless head. 

With the shadow of Thy wing. 

3 Thou, O Christ ! art aU I want ; 

More than all in Thee I find ; 
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint. 

Heal the sick, and lead the blind ! 
Just and holy is Thy name ; 

I am all unrighteousness ; 
False and full of sin I am, 

Thou art full of truth and grace. 

4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, 

Grace to cover all my sin ; 
Let the healing streams abound. 

Make and keep me pure within. 
Thou of life the Fountain art. 

Freely let me take of Thee : 
Spring Thou up within my heart, 

Rise to aU eternity. 

Charles Wesley, 1740. 

C. M. 

1 TESUS ! vdth aU Thy saints above, 
^ My tongue would bear her part f" 
Would sound aloud Thy saving love, 

And sing Thy bleeding heart. 

2 Bless'd be the Lamb, ray dearest Lord, 

Who bought me with His blood, 
Aud quench'd His Father's flaming sword 
In His own vital flood : 

3 The Lamb, that freed my captive soul 

From Satan's heavy chains, 
And sent the lion down to howl 
Where heU and horror reigns. 



o6 PALM SUNDAY. 

4. All glory to the dying Lamb, 
And never-ceasing praise, 
While angels live to know His name, 
Or saints to feel His grace ! 

Isaac Watts, 1707 



PALM SUNDAY. 



L. M. 



52 

1 TJIDE on! ride on, in majesty I . 
-*-*> In lowly pomp ride on to die ! 
O Christ ! Thy triumphs now begin. 
O'er captive death, and conqner'd sin. 

2 Ride on ! ride on, in majesty I 
The winged squadrons of the sky 

Look down, with sad and wondering eyes 
To see th' approaching sacrifice. 

3 Ride on ! ride on, in majesty I 
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh : 
The Father, on His sapphire throne 
Expects His own anointed Son I 

4: Ride on ! ride on, in majesty I 
In lowly pomp, ride on to die ; 
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain, 
Then take, O God ! Thy power and reign ! 
Henry H. Milman, 1827. 

go 7s and 6s. Eight lines. 

1 (^ LORY, and laud, and honor, 
VJ To Thee, Redeemer, Kmg! 
To whom the lips of children 
Made sweet Hosannas ring ! 
Thou art the King of Israel ; 

Thou David's royal Son ; 
Who in the Lord's name comest, 
The King and Blessed One. 



PALM SUNDAY. 37 

2 The company of angels 

Are praising Thee on high ; 
And mortal men, and all things 

Created, make reply. 
The people of the Hebrews 

With palms before Thee went ; 
Our praise, and pray'r, and anthems 

Before Thee we present. 

3 To Thee, before Thy Passion, 

They sang their hymns of praise : 
To Thee, now high exalted 

Our melody we raise. 
Thou didst accept then- praises ; 
Accept the prayers we bring, 
Who in all good delightest, 
Thou gocS and gracious King ! 
Theodulph, 821. 

John M. Neale,Tr. 1856. 

a M. 

1 TT OSANN A ! raise the pealing hymn 
-tl To David's Son and Lord ; 
With cherubim and seraphim, 

Exalt th' incai-nate W^ord. 

2 Hosanna ! Sovereign, Prophet, Priest ! 

How vast Thy gifts, how free ! 
Thy blood, our life ; Thy word, our feast ; 
Thy name, our only plea. 

3 Hosanna ! Master ! lo ! we bring 

Our off 'rings to Thy throne : 
Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing, 
But hearts to be Thine own. 

4 Hosanna I once Thy gracious ear 

Approv'd a lisping throng ; 
Be gracious stiU, and deign to hear 
Our poor, but grateful song. 



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EASTEB SUNDAY. 

5 O Saviour ! if redeem'd by Thee, 
Thy temple we behold, 
Hosannas through eternity 
We'll sing to harps of gold. 

Wm. H. Havergal, 1833. 

EASTE B SU NDAY, 

C. M. 
1 TXTELCOME, Thou Victor m the strife, 
▼ T Welcome from out the cave ! 
To-day we triumph in Thy life 
Around Thine empty grave. 

3 The dwelUngs of the just resound ||| 

With songs of victory ; 
For in their midst, Thou, Lord ! art found, 
And bringest peace vrith Thee. 



3 O share with us the spoils, we pray, 

Thou diedst to achieve ! 
We meet within Thy house to-day 
Our portion to receive. 

4 And let Thy conquering banner wave 

O'er hearts Thou makest free. 
And point the path that from the grave. 
Leads heav'nward up to Thee. 

5 Death hurts us not ; his pow'r is gone, 

And pointless are his darts ; 
God's favor now on us hath shone 
Joy fiUeth all our hearts. 

Benjamin Schmolke, 1712. 
Catharine Winkworth, 1855. 



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C. M. 
1 r\ CHRIST ! our Hope, our heart's Desire. 
Vy Redemption's only spring ; 
Creator of the world art Thou, 
Its SaviQUi;^^u^ i]tf Ifipg.,, 



EASTER SUNDAY. 31^ 

2 How vast the mercy and the love. 

Which laid our sins on Thee, 
And led Thee to a cruel death, 
To set Thy people free ! 

3 But now the bonds of death are burst, 

The ransom has been paid ; 
And Thou art on Thy Father's throne, 
In glorious robes array'd. 

4 Oh ! may Thy mighty love prevail 

Our sinful souls to spare ! 
j Oh ! may we stand aiound Thy throne, 
! And see Thy glory there ! 

5 O Christ ! be Thou our present joy, 

Our future great reward ! 
Our only glory may it be 
] To glory in the Lord ! 

Latin. Ambrose (?) 390. 

John Chandler, Tr., 1837. 

'^'J C. M. 

1 'I^HOU Lord of aU, on earth has dwelt. 
[ A Rejected and unknown ; 

What bitter grief Thy heart hath felt, 
Endur'd by Thee alone. 

2 Thou on the cross didst suffer, too. 

More than man's eye could see ; 
For, then the wrath that was our due, 
Was pour'd, O Lord ! on Thee. 

3 But Thou art ris'n ; and now we know 

That Thou, in heav'n above, 
For all God's children here below, 
Dost feel a brother's love. 

4 Oh ! may we ever look to Thee 

For needed grace and strength, 
Till we Thy face in glory see. 
And reign with Thee at length ! 



40 FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 

5 Till then may we, who bear Thy name, 
Thy blest example take. 
And count the world's reproach and shame 
As glory, for Thy sake. 

Samuel P. Tregelles. 

PIEST SUNDAY AFTEB EASTEK. 

58 ^- ^^• 

1 f^ REAT Prophet of our God ! 

* ^ Our tongues would bless Thy name ; 
By Thee the joyful news 

Of our salvation came ; — 
The joyful news of sins forgiven. 
Of hell subdu'd, and peace with heav'n. 

2 Jesus, our great High Priest, 

Hath shed his blood and died ; 
My gTiilty conscience needs 

No sacrifice beside ; 
His precious blood did once atone ; 
And now it pleads before the throne. 

3 O Thou, almighty Lord, 

Our Conqueror and our King ! 
Thy scepti'e and Thy sword, 

Thy reigning grace, we sing ; 
Thine is the power; Oh ! make us sit, 
In willing bonds, beneath Thy feet. 

Isaac Watts, 1709, a, 

59 ^•^• 

1 TESUS ! our soul's delightful choice, 
^ In Thee believing, we rejoice; 
Yet, still our joy is mix'd with grief. 
While faith contends with unbelief. 

2 Thy promises our hearts revive. 
And keep our fainting hopes alive ; 
But guilt, and fears, and sorrows rise, . 
And hide the promise from our eyes. 



SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 41 

8 Do Thou the languid spark inflame, 
That we may conquer in Thy name ; 
And let not sin and Satan boast. 
While saints lie mould'iing in the dust. 

4 Unequal to the conflict, Lord, 
Too weak to wield the shield or sword ; 
On Thine almighty arm we fall. 
Be Thou our Jesus and our all. 



SECOND SUNDAY AFTEE EASTER. 



SO • ^•^• 

1 TESUS! the shepherd of the sheep, 
^ Thy little flock in safety keep ; 

The flock for which Thou cam'st from heav'n. 
The flock for which Thy life was giv'n. 

2 Oh ! guard Thy sheep from beasts of prey. 
And guide them that they never stray : 
Cherish the young, sustain the old. 

Let none be feeble in Thy fold. 

3 Secure them from the scorching beam, 
And lead them to the hving stream : 
In verdant pastures let them he, 

And w^atch them with a shepherd's eye. 

4 Oh ! may Thy sheep discern Thy voice, 
And in its sacred sound rejoice : 
From strangers may they ever flee. 
And know no other guide but Thee ! 

5 Lord ! bring Thy sheep who wander yet, 
And let the number be complete. 

Then let Thy flock from earth remove. 
And gather in Thy fold above. 

Thomas Kelly. 



42 THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 

gt 7s. Six lines. 

1 13LESSED Saviour! Thee I love, 
-D All my other joys above : 

All my hopes in Thee abide, — 
Thou my Hope, and naught beside : 
Ever let my glory be, 
Only, only, only Thee. 

2 Once again beside the cross, 
All my gain I count but loss ; 
Earthly pleasures fade away, — 
Clouds they are that hide my day ; 
Hence, vain shadows ! let me see 
Jesus crucified for me. 

3 Blessed Saviour ! Thine am 1, 
Thine to hve, and Thine to die ; 
Height, or depth, or creature pow'r, 
Ne'er shaU hide my Saviour more ; 
Ever shall my glory be, 

Only, only, only Thee. 

George Duffield, 1859. 



THIED SUNDAY APTEE EASTEE. 



62 ^' ^^' 

1 I ESUS ! the spring of joys divine, 

O Whence aU our hopes and comforts flow^f 
Jesus ! no other name, but Thine, 
Can save us from eternal woe. 

2 In vain would boasting reason find 
The way to happiness and God ; 
Her weak directions leave the mind 
BewLlder'd in a dubious road. 

3 No other name wiU heav'n approve ; 
Thou art the true, the living way, 
Ordain'd by everlasting love. 
To the blight realms of endless day. 



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FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 43 

4 Safe lead us through this world of night, 
And biing us to the blissful plains. 
The regions of unclouded light, 
Where perfect joy forever reigns. 

Anne Steele. 

L. M. 

1 T ET me be with Thee, where Thou art, 
-Li My Saviour, my eternal Rest : 
Then only will this longing heart 

Be fully and for ever blest. 

2 Let me be with Thee, where Thou art, 

Thy unveil'd glory to behold : 
Then only will this wand'ring heart 
Cease to be faithless, treacherous, cold. 

3 Let me be with Thee, where Thou art, 

Where spotless saints Thy name adore : 
Then only will this sinful heart 
Be evil and defil'd no more. 

4 Let me be with Thee, where Thou art. 

Where none can die, where none remove : 
Then neither death nor life will part 
Me from Thy presence and Thy love. 

Charlotte Elliott, 1841, a. 



rOUETH SUNDAY AFTEE EASTEE. 



J4 L. M. 

1 TESTIS ! my Lord, 'tis sweet to rest 
^ Upon Thy tender, loving breast, 
Where deep compassions ever roll 
Towards my helpless, weary soul. 

2 Thy love. My Saviour ! dries my tears* 
Expels my griefs, and calms my fears ; 
Sheds light and gladness o'er my heart, 
And bids each anxious thought depart. 



44 FOURTH SUNDAY AETER EASTER. 

3 Blest foretaste this of joys to come 
In Thy eternal, heavenly home ; 
Where I shall see Thy smiling face, 
And know Thy rich, unfathomed grace. 

"4 That grace sustains my spirit now, 
Though still a pilgrim here below ; 
That grace suffices, comforts, guides, 
Upholds, defends, preserves, provides. 

5 Yes, Thou art with me, O my God ! 
To bear me on to Thy abode, 
Where I shall never cease to prove 
Thy deep, divine, unfailing love. 

H. B., 1862. 

65 ^-^ 

1 nPHERE is none other name than Thine, 
J- Jehovah Jesus ! name divine, 

On which to rest, for sins forgiv'n. 
For peace with God, for hope of heav'n. 

2 There is none other name than Thine, 
When care and fears and griefs are mine. 
That with a gracious pow'r can heal, 
Each care and fear and grief I feel. 



8 There is none other name than Thine, 
When call'd my spirit to resign, 
To bear me through that latest strife, 
And e'en in death to be my life. 

4 Name above ev'ry name ! Thy praise 
Shall fill the remnant of my days ; 
Jehovah Jesus ! name divine. 
Rock of salvation. Thou art mine ! 

Anonymous, 1858. 



FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 45 

FIFTH SUNDAY AFTEE EASTEK. 

16 c. M. 

I TESUS, my Lord! how rich Thy grace ! 
^ Thy bounties — how complete ! 
How shall I count the matchless sum ? 
How pay the mighty debt ? 

4 High on a thi'one of radiant light 
Dost Thou exalted shine ; 
What can my poverty bestow. 
When all the worlds are Thine ? 

3 But Thou hast brethren here below, 

The partners of Thy grace, 
And wilt confess their humble names 
Before Thy Father's face. 

4 In them may'st Thou be cloth' d, and fed, 

And visited, and cheer' d ; 
And, in their accents of distress, 
My Saviour's voice be heard. 

Jf^ 8s and 7s. 

1 li/riGHTY God! while angels bless Thee, 
-Ll-L May a mortal lisp Thy name ? 

Lord of men, as well as angels ! 
Thou art ev'ry creature's theme. 

2 For the grandeur of Thy nature, — 

Grand, beyond a seraph's thought, — . 
For created works of power. 
Works with skill and kindness wrought : 

8 But Thy rich, Thy free redemption, 

Bright, though veil'd in darkness long, 
Thought is poor, and poor expression ; 
Who can sing that wondrous song ? 



46 ASCENSION DAY. 

4 From the highest throne of gloiy, 

To the cross of deepest woe, 
Came to ransom guilty captives ! 
Flow, my praise ! for ever flow. 

5 Re-ascend, immortal Saviour ! 

Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne ; 
Then, return and reign for ever ; 
Be the kingdom all Thine own ! 

Robert Eobinson, 1774, a. 



68 



69 



ASCENSION DAT. 



L. M. 



1 r\ SAVIOUR ! who for man hast trod 
v^ The wine-press of the wrath of God, 
Ascend, and claim again on high 

Thy glory, left for us to die. 

2 A radiant cloud is now Thy seat, 

And earth lies stretch'd beneath Thy feet ; 
Ten thousand thousands round Thee sing, 
And share the triumph of their King. 

3 Our great High Priest and Shepherd, Thou 
Within the veil art enter'd now. 

To offer there Thy precious blood 
Once pour'd on earth, a cleansing flood. 

4 O Christ, our Lord ! of Thy dear care 
Thy lowly members heav'n-ward bear ; 
Be ours with Thee to suffer pain, 
With Thee for evermore to reign. 

Latin Hymn. 

J. Chandler, Tr,, a, 

8s and 7s. 

GHRIST, above all glory seated, 
King eternal, strong to save ! 
Dying, Thou hast death defeated. 
Buried, Thou hast spoiled the grave. 



SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION. 47 

2 Thou art gone, where now is given 

What no mortal might could gain, 
On the eternal throne of heav'n, 
In Thy Father's power to reign. 

3 There Thy kingdoms all adore Thee, 

Heav'n above and earth below ! 
WhUe the;depths of heU before Thee. 
Trembling and defeated bow . 

4 We, O Lord ! Avith hearts adx)ring 

Follow Thee above the sky ; 
Hear our prayers, Thy gi'ace imploring, 
Lift our souls to Thee oni^iigh. 

5 So, when Thou again in glory 

On the clouds of heaven shalt shine, 
We Thy flock may stand before Thee, 
Own'd for evermore as Thine. 

Latin. Tr. Unknown. 



SUNDAY AFTEE_ AfeTS^N, 

S. M. 

1 T^HOU art gone up on high, 

i- To mansions in the skies : 
And round Thy throne unceasingly 
The songs of praise arise ; 

2 But we are Ung'ring here, 

With sin and care oppress'd ; 
Lord*! send Thy promis'd Comforter 
And lead us to Thy rest 

3 And girt with griefs and fears 

Our onward course must be ; 
But only let that path of tears 
Lead us, at last, to Thee. 



48 SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION. 

4 Thou art gone up on high ; 

But Thou Shalt come again, 
With all the bright ones of the sky 
Attendant in Thy train. 

5 Oh ! by Thy saving pow'r, 

So make us live and die, 
That we may stand, in that dread hour 
At Thy right hand on high. 

Mrs.^Emma Toke, 18M. 

71 ^' M. 

1 r\ CHRIST ! who hast prepar'd a place 
^^ For us around Thy throne of gi-ace ; 
We pray Thee, lift our hearts above, 
And draw them with the cords of love ! 

2 Source of all good, Thou, gracious Lord ! 
Art our exceeding great reward ; 

How transient is our present pain, 
How boundless our eternal gain I 

With open face and joyful heart, 
W^e then shall see Thee as Thou art : 
Our love shall never cease to glow. 
Our praise shall never cease to flow. 

4 Thy never-failing grace to prove, 
A surety of Thine endless love, 
Send down Thy Holy Ghost to be 
The raiser of our souls to Thee. 

Latin Hymn. 

J. Chandler, Tr. 

72 ^' ^• 

1 ''pHE golden gates are lifted up, 
-L The doors are opened wide, 

The King of Glory is gone in 
Unto His Father's side. 

2 Thou^art gone up before us, Lord ! 

To make for us a place, 
That we may be where now Thou art, 
And look upon God's face. 



WHITSUNDAY. 49 

S And ever on Thine earthly path 
A gleam of glory lies, 
A light still breaks behind the cloud 
That veil'd Thee from our eyes. 

4 Lift up our heai'ts, lift up our minds^ 

Let Thy dear grace be given, 
That while we tarry Jiere below, 
Our treasure be in heaven, 

5 That where Thou art at God's right hand, 

Our hope, our love may be. 
Dwell Thou in us, that we may dwell 
For evermore in Thee. 



WHITSUNDAY^ 



1 inOME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove! 
vy With light and comfort from above : 
Be Thou my Guardian, Thou my Guide, 
O'er ev'ry thought and step preside. 

2 The light of trutibi to me display, 

That I may know and choose Thy way : 
Plant holy fear within my heart. 
That I from God may ne'er depart. 

3 Lead me to Christ, the living way, 
Nor let me from His pastures stray ; 
Lead me to holiness, the road 
That I must take to dwell with God. 

4 Lead me to heav'n, the seat of bliss, 
Where pleasure in perfection is ; 
Lead me to God, my final rest, 

In his enjoyment to be blest. 

Simon Browne, X720, a. 



50 WHITSUNDAT. 

7s. 



74 

1 



GRACIOUS Spirit ! Dove divine ! 
Let Thy light within me shine ; 
All my guilty fears remove, 
FUl me fun of heaven and love. 



2 Speak Thy pardoning- grace to me, 
Set the burden'd sinner free : 
Lead me to the Lamb of God ; 
Wash me in His precious blood. 

3 Life and peace to me impart, 
Seal salvation on my hfeart ; 
Breathe Thyself into my breast ; 
Earnest of immortal rest. 

4 Let me never from Thee stray, 
Keep me in the narrow way ; 
Fill my soul with joy divine. 
Keep me, Lord I forever Thine. 

John Stocker, 1776. 
75 S. M. 

1 pOME, Holy Spirit ! come ; 
V^ Let Thy bright beams aiise ; 
Dispel the darkness from our minds, 

And open all our eyes. 

2 Revive our drooping faith, 

' Our doubts and fears remove, 
And kindle in our breasts the flame 
Of never-dying love. 

3 Convince us of our sin ; 

Then lead to Jesus' blood, 
And to our wond'ring view reveal 
The secret love of God. 

4 'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart, 

To sanctify the soul, 
To'pour fresh life in every part, 
And new-create the whole. 



TRIKITt StfNDAr. 51 

Dwell, therefore in our hearts ; 

Our minds from bondage free ; 
Then we shall know, and praise, and love 

The Father, Son, and Thee ! 

Joseph Hart, 1759. 



S. M 
HOLY SPIRIT ! come 
And Jesus' love declare ; 
Oh ! tell us of our heavenly home, 
And guide us safely there. 



^O 



2 Our unbelief remove 

By Thine almighty breath ; 
Oh ! work the wondrous work of love^ 
The mighty work of faith. 

3 We know Thou hast the pow'r ; 

Oh ! let that pow'r be shown : 
We know that this is mercy's hour ; 
Oh ! make Thy mercy known. 

4 Thy sceptre. Lord ! extend, 

rity our deep distress ; 
Thou art the contrite sinner's Friend^ 
Thy waiting servants bless. 

5 We bless Thee for Thy grace^ 

And Thine almighty power ; 
We bless Thee for Thy holy place^. 
And this accepted hour. 

Oswald Allen, 1862. 



TEINITT SUNDAY. 



yiy L. M, " Te Deum laudamus." 

1 'yHEE, Thee we praise, O God ! and own 
*• That Thou, the Lord, art God alone ; 
Thy praise supreme aU nature sings. 
Eternal Father ! King of kings ! 



52 TRINITY SUNDAY. 

2 All angels and the chenibim — 
The heav'nly host — the seraphim — 
Cease not to cry — '' Be Thou ador'd, 
O holy, holy, holy Lord!" 

3 The heav'ns and earth are full of Thee, — 
Thy glory, pow'r, and majesty ; 

Th' apostles, prophets, martyrs, raise 
To Thee their loudest songs of praise. 

4 Thy holy church, o'er all the earth, 
Exulting owns, with hallow'd mirth, — 
Infinite majesty is Thine, 

Father eternal ! Pow'r divine ! 

5 Thee, too, O Christ ! they all confess, — 
Thee, King of glory ! — Thee they bless ; 
The Father's Son Thou art alone, — 
Partaker of th' eternal throne. 

6 Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! 
Thy saints, with all the heav'nly host, 
Confess, proclaim, extol, adore. 
From day to day, for ever more. 

Latin, Ambrose (?), 390. 
Edwin F. Hatfield, Tr., 1871. 

78 ^' ^' 

1 T^ ATHER of heaven ! whose love profound 
-T A ransom for our souls hath found, — 
Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; 

To us Thy pard'ning love extend. 

2 Almighty Son— Incarnate Word — 

Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord ! 
Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; 
To us Thy saving grace extend. 

3 Eternal Spirit ! by whose breath 

The soul is rais'd from sin and death, — 
Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; 
To us Thy quick'ning pow'r extend. 



rs 



80 



TRINITY STTNDAT. 53 

Jehovah! — Father, Spirit, Son! — 
Mysterious Godhead — Three in One I. 

Before Thy throne we sinners bend ; 
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. 

J. Cooper (?), 1810. 

C. M. 

1 'T^O God be glory, peace on earth, 
J- To all mankind good will ; 

We bless, we praise, we worship Thee, 
And gloi-ify Thee still. 

2 And Thou, begotten Son of God ! 

Before all time begun, 
O Jesus Christ, Thou Lamb of God, 
The Father's only Son ! 

3 Thou, who the sins of aU the world 

Dost fully take away. 
Have mercy, Saviom* of mankind ! 
And hear us, when we pray. 

4 Thou only, with the Holy Grhost, 

Whom earth and heaven adore. 
In glory of the Father art. 
Most high for evermore. 

Tate and Brady 

8s, 7s and 4s. 

HOLY Father, great Creator! 
Source of mercy, love, and peace, 
Look upon the Mediator, 
Clothe us with His righteousness : 
Heav'nly Father, 
Through the Saviour, hear and bless. 

Holy Jesus, Lord of glory ! 

Whom angelic hosts proclaim. 
While we hear Thy wondrous story. 

Meet and worship in Thy Name, — 
Dear Redeemer. 
In our hearts Thy peace proclaim. 



54 FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

3 Holy Spirit, Sanctifier ! 

Come with unction from above, 
Raise our hearts to raptures higher. 

Fill them with the Saviour's love ! 
Source of Comfort, 
Cheer us with the Saviour's love. 

4 God the Lord ! through every nation 

Let Thy wondrous mercies shine ! 
In the song of Thy salvation 
Every tongue and race combine ! 
Great Jehovah, 
Form our hearts and make them Thine. 

Alexander V. Griswold. 



riEST SUNDAY APTEE TEINITT. 



gt 8s and 7s. 

1 TESUS! hail! enthron'd in glory, 
O There for ever to abide ! 

All the heav'nly hosts adore Thee 
Seated at Thy Father's side. 

2 There for sinners Thou art pleading, 

There Thou dost our place prepare, 
Ever for us interceding, 
Till in glory we appear. 

3 Worship, honor, pow'r and blessing, 

Thou art worthy to receive ; 
Loudest praises without ceasing, 
Meet it is for us to give. 

4 When we join th' angelic spirits 

In their sweetest, noblest lays. 
We will sing our Saviour's merits. 
Help to chant Immanuel's praise. 

John Bakewell, »760, a. 



S3 



FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITT. 55 

S.M, 

1 TESUS, my Strength, my Hope! 
V On Thee I east my care ; 
With humble confidence look up. 

And know Thou heai-'st my pray'x. 

2 I rest upon Thy word ; 

The promise is for me; 
My succor and salvation, Lord! 
Shall surely come from Thee. 

3 I want a sober mind, 

A self-renouncing wiH, 
That tramples down, and casts behind, 
The baits of pleasing ill. 

4 I want a godly fear, 

A quick discerning €ye. 
That looks to Thee, when sin is near. 
And sees the tempter fly ; 

5 A spirit still prepar'd 

And aiTu'd with jealous care; 
For ever standing on its guard, 
And watching unto pray'r. 

Charlas Wesley, 1741 



i&Q 8s, 7s and 4s. 

1 f^ LORY be to God, the Father ! 
VJ Glory be to God, the Son ! 
Glory be to God, the Spirit !— 
Great Jehovah, thi-ee in One! 
Glory, glory. 
While eternal ages run ! 

3 Glory be to Him, who lov'd us, 

Wash'd us from each spot and stain ! 
Glory be to Him, who bought us, 
Made us kings with Him to i-eign ! 
Glory, glory, 
To the Lamb that once was slaiu ! 



55 SECONU SUNDAY AFTER TRrNITT. 

3 Glory to the King of angels ! 

Glory to the church's King ! 
Glory to the King of nations ! 

Heav'n and earth your praises bring, — 
Glory, glory, 
To the King of glory bring I 

4 Glory, blessing, praise eternal I 

Thus the choir of angels sings ; 
Honor, riches, pow'r, dominion! 
Thus its praise creation brings : 
Glory, glory, 
Glory to the King of kings ! 

Horatius Bonar, 1868. 

SECOND SUNDAY AFTEE TRINITY. 



84 ^^' 

^^1 TESUS, spotless Lamb of God ! 

Thou hast bought me with Thy blood, 

1 would value naught beside, 
Jesus, Jesus crucified. 

2 I am Thine, and Thine alone, 
This I gladly, fuUy own ; 
And, in all my works and ways, 
Only now would seek Thy praise. 

8 Help me to confess Thy name. 
Bear with joy Thy cross and shame ; 
Only seek to follow Thee, 
Though reproach my portion be. 

4 When Thou shalt in glory come, 
And I reach my heav'nly home. 
Louder still my lips shall own, 
I am Thine, and Thine alone ! J. G. Deck. 

85 C. M. 

1 TESUS, my Saviour ! bind me fast 
O In cords of heav'nly love ; 
Then sweetly draw me to Thy breast, 
Nor let me thence remove. 



THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 57 

2 Draw me from all created good, 
From self, the world and sin, 
To the dear fountain of Thy blood, 
And make me pure within. 

3 Oh ! lead me to Thy mercy-seat, 

Attract me nearer still ; 
, Draw me, hke Mary, to Thy feet, 

I To sit and learn Thy will. 

4 Oh ! draw me by Thy providence, 
, Thy Spirit and Thy word, 

I From all the things of time and sense, 

I To Thee, my gracious Lord ! 

Benjamin Beddome, 



THIKD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 



'S6. .„„ h.¥ 



MY Hope, my All, my Saviour Thou ! 
To Thee, lo ! now mv soul I bow ; 



I feel the bliss Thy wounds impart 
I find Thee, Saviom- ! in my heart. 

2 Be Thou my Strength, be Thou my Way ; 
Protect me through my life's short day : 
In all my acts may wisdom guide. 

And keep me, Saviour ! near Thy side. 

3 Correct, reprove, and comfort me ; 
As I have need, my Saviour be ; 
And if I would from Thee depart, 
Then clasp me. Saviour I to Thy heart. 

4 In fierce temptation's darkest hour, 
Save me from sin and Satan's pow'r ; 
Tear every idol from Thy throne, 
And reign, my Saviour ! reign alone. 

5 My suffering time will soon be o'er ; 
Then shaU I sigh and weep no more ; 
My ransomed soul shaU soar away. 
To sing Thy praise in endless day. 



58 THIRD SUNDA.T AFTER TRINITY. 



87 



7s. 

1 Tj^ATHEE, of eternal grace! 

J- Glorify Thyself in me; 

Meekly beaming in my face, 

May the world Thine image see. 

2 Happy only in Thy love, 

Poor, unfriended, or unknown ; 
Fix my thoughts on things above, 
Stay my heart on Thee alone. 

3 Humble, holy, all-resigned 

To Thy will,— Thy wiU be done I— 
Give me. Lord ! the perfect mind 
Of Thy weU-beloved Son. 

4 Counting gain and glory loss. 

May I tread the path He trod ; 
Die with Jesus on the cross. 

Rise with Him, to Thee, my God ! 

James Montgomery, 1808. 

C4^ 7s aud 6s. Eight lines. 

1 'yO Thee, O dear, dear Saviour! 
J- My spirit turns for rest : 

My peace is in Thy favor, 

My pillow on Thy breast. 
O Thou, whose mercy found me, 

From bondage set me free. 
And then for ever bound me 

With threefold cords to Thee. 

2 Oh ! for a heart to love Thee, 

More truly as 1 ought. 
And nothing place above Thee, 

In deed, or word, or thought. 
Oh ! for that choicest blessing 

Of living in Thy love, 
And thus on earth possessing 

The peace of heav'n above. 

John S. B. Mousell. 



FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 59 

FOUETH SUNDAY AFTER TEINITY, 

1 TTTHAT grace, O Lord ! and beauty shone 
▼ T Around Thy steps below ! 
What patient love was seen in all 
Thy life and death of woe ! 

I 2 For, ever on Thy burdened heart 

A weight of sorrow hung ; 
' Yet, no ungentle, murmuring word 

[ Escap'd Thy silent tongue. 

I S Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, 
I Thy friends unfaithful prove ; 

Unweari'd in forgiveness still, 
Thy heart could only love. 

4 Oh ! give us hearts to love like thee ; 
Like Thee, O Lord ! to grieve 

Far more for other's sins than all 
The wrongs that we receive. 

5 One with Thyself, may every eye 
In us. Thy brethren, see 

The gentleness and grace that epiing 
From union. Lord ! with Thee. 

Edward Denny, 1839. 

6s and 4s. (664, 6664.) 

1 Vl Y faith looks up to Thee, 
i'J- Thou Lamb of Calvary. 

Saviour divine ! 
Now hear me while I pray ; 
Take all my guilt away : 
Oh ! let me, from this day. 

Be whoUy Thine ! 

2 May Thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my fainting heart ; 

My zeal inspire ; 



!dO 



60 FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

As Thou hast died for me, 
Oh ! may my love to Thee, 
Pure, warm, and changeless be, — 
A living fire ! 

3 While life's dark maze I tread, 
And griefs around me spread. 

Be Thou my guide ; 
Bid darkness turn to day. 
Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
Nor let me ever stray 

From Thee aside. 

4 When ends life's transient dream, 
When death's cold, sullen stream 

ShaU o'er me roll ; 
Blest Saviour ! then, in love. 
Fear and distrust remove ; 
Oh ! bear me safe above, — 

A ransomed soul. 

Kay Palmer, 1830. 

C. M. 



91 



1 (\ JESUS ! when I think of Thee, 
^<^ Thy manger, cross and throne, 
My spirit trusts exultingiy 

In Thee, and Thee alone. 

2 I see Thee in Thy weakness first ; 

Then, glorious from Thy shame, 
I see Thee deaths strong fetters burst, 
And reach heaven's mightiest name. 

3 For me Thou didst become a man, 

For me didst weep and die ; 
For me achieve Thy wondi'ous plan, 
For me ascend on high. 

4 Oh ! let me share Thy holy bu'th, 

Thy faith. Thy death to sin ! 
And strong amidst the toils of earth, 
My heav'nly life begin. 

George W. Bethune, 1867. 



FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 61 

FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TEINITY. 



)2 



S. M. 

1 T LOVE Thy kingdom, Lord! 
J- The house of Thine abode ; 

The Church, our blest Kedeemer sav'd 
With His OAYn precious blood. 

2 For her my tears shall fall ; 

For her my pray'rs ascend : 
JTo her my cares and toils be given, 
Till toils and cares shall end. 

S Beyond my highest joy 

I prize her heav'nly ways ; 
Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 
Her hymns of love and praise. 

4 Jesus ! Thou friend divine. 

Our Saviour, and our King ! 
Thy hand, from ev'ry snare and foe, 
Shall great deUv'rance bring. 

5 Sure as Thy truth shall last. 

To Zion shall be giv'n 
The brightest glories earth can yield. 
And brighter bliss of heav'n. * 

Timothy Dwight, 1800. 



93 S- ^' 

1 1^ Y Saviour ! I am Thine 
LTl By everlasting bands ; 
My name, my heart, I would resign. 
My soul is in Thy hands. 



2 To Thee I still would cleave 
With ever-growing zeal ; 
Let millions tempt me Christ to leave, 
They never shall prevail ! 



62 SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY, 

3 Thy Spirit shall unite 

My soul to Thee, my Head ; 
Shall form me to Thine image bright, 
And teach Thy paths to tread. 

4 Death may my soul divide 

From this abode of clay ; 
But love shall keep me near Thy side, 
Through all the gloomy way. 

5i Since Christ and we are one, 

Why should we doubt or fear ? . 
If He in lieav'n hath fix'd His throng, 
He'll fix His members there. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755, 



SIXTH SUNDAY AFTEE TRINITY. 
94 "^ 

1 'T'HINEforever— Godof love! 

-I- Hear us from Thy throne above ; 
Thine for ever may we be, 
Here and in eternity. 

2 Thine for ever— Lord of life ! 
Shield ns through our earthly strife r 
Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way^ 
Guide us to the realms of day. 

3 Thine for ever — Oh ! how blest 
They who find in Thee their rest : 
Saviour, Guardian, heav'nly Friend ! 
Oh ! defend us to the end. 

4 Thine for ever — Saviour ! keep 
These Thy frail and trembling sheep ; 
Safe alone beneath Thy care 

Let us all Thy goodness share. 



SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TKINITY. 68^ 

5 Thine for ever— Thou our Guide ! 
All our wants by Thee supplied. 
All our sins by Thee forgiven, 
Lead us. Lord, from earth to heaven ! 

Mary Fawler Maude, 1848. 

)5 C. M. 

1 TESUS ! I live to Thee, 
^ The loveliest and best ; 

My Ufe in Thee, Thy life in me. 
' In Thy blest love I rest. 

2 Jesus ! I die to Thee, 

Whenever death shall come ; 
To die in Thee is life to me, 
In my eternal home. 

3 Whether to live or die, 

I I know not which is best; 

I To live in Thee is bliss to me, 

To die is endless rest. 

4 Living or dying, Lord I 

I ask but to be Thine ; 
My life in Thee, Thy life in me, 
Make heaven forever mine. 

Henry Harbaugh, 1850. 

jEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TEINITT. 

re. M. 
1 (^ THOU, the Lord and Life of those, 
^^ Who rest their hope in Thee ; 
Whose love, from everlasting woes. 
Hath set Thy people free ; 



I 



2 Thine agony and death display 
The curse our guilt should bear. 
Thy resurrection points the way 
To bliss that we may share. 



64 SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

3 To Thee, O Lord ! we lift our heart. 

Thy mercy we implore ; 
Help us to choose the better part, 
And go, and sin no more, 

4 Help us the Saviour to confess, 

In whom our life we see ; 
And oh ! may fruits of holiness 
Prove that we Uve to Thee. 

W. J. Hall's Collection. 

O'Y 6s and 4s. (64,64,664.) 

1 IVfORE love to Thee, O Christ! 
i'l More love to Thee ! 

Hear Thou the pray'r I make. 

On bended knee ; 
This is my earnest plea, — 
More love, O Christ ! to Thee, 

More love to Thee. 

2 Once earthly joy I crav'd, 

Sought peace and rest ; 
Now Thee alone I seek, — 

Give what is best ; 
This all my pray'r shall be,— 
More love, O Christ! to Thee, 

More love to Thee ! 

3 Then shall my latest breath 

Whisper Thy praise ; 
This be the parting cry 

My heart shaU raise, — 
This still its pray'r shall be,— 
More love, O Christ! to Thee, 

More love to Thee I 

Mrs. Elizabeth P. Prentiss, 1869. 



98 



7s. 
1 T AMB of God ! I look to Thee, 
-L^ Thou Shalt my example be ; 
When Thou wast a little child, 
Thou wast gentle^ meek, and mild. 



EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 65 ! 

2 Due obedience Thou didst show, 

Oh 1 make me obedient too : \ 

Thou wost merciful and kind : | 
Grant me, Lord ! Thy loving mind. 

3 Let me above all fulfil j 
God my heav'nly Father's will : j 
Never His good Spirit grieve, j 
Only to His glory live. j 

4 Loving Jesus, holy Lamb ! j 
In Thy hands secure I am ; | 
Fix Thy temple in mj heart, i 
Never from Thy child depart. 

5 Teach me to show forth Thy praise, 

Love and serve Thee all my days ; | 

Oh ! may all around me see I 

Ohrist the holy child in me ! j 

Charles Wesley. 1 



EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTEE TEINITY. 
B9 



C. M. Ps. 71. 



1 jVI Y Saviour! my Almighty Friend! 
irl When I begin Thy praise. 
Where will the growing numbers end, — 

The numbers of Thy "grace ? 

2 Thou art my everlasting tmst ; 

Thy goodness I adore ; 
And, since I knew Thy graces first, 
I speak Thy glories naore. 

ti My feet shall travel all the length 
Of the celestial road. 
And march, with courage, in Thy strength. 
To see my Father, God. 

4 When I am filled with sore distress 
For some surprising sin, 
I'll plead Thy perfect righteousness. 
And mention none but Thine. 



66 NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

5 How will my lips rejoice to tell 
The victories of my King ! 
My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, 
Shall Thy salvation sing. 

Isaac Watts, 1719. 

100 7s 

1 Q AVIOUR ! teach me, day by day, 
^ Love's sweet lesson to obey ; 
Sweeter lesson cannot be. — 
Loving Him, who first lov'd me. 

2 With a child-like heart of love, 
At Thy bidding may I move ; 
Prompt to serve and follow Thee, 
Loving Him, who first lov'd me. 

3 Teach me all Thy steps to trace, 
Strong to follow in Thy grace ; 
Learning how to love from Thee, 
Loving Him, who first lov'd me. 

4 Thus may I rejoice to show, 
That I feel the love, I owe 



Singing, till Thy face I see, 
Of His love, who first lov'd me. 



Anon, 1854. 



NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TEINITT. 



tQl 8s, 7s and 4s. 

1 ^A VIOUR ! like a shepherd lead us ; 
•^ Much we need Thy tender care; 
In Thy pleasant pastures feed us, 

For our use Thy folds prepare : 

Blessed Jesus ! 
Thou hast bought us. Thine we are. 

2 We are Thine ; do Thou befriend us, 

Be the guardian of our way ; 
Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us, 



NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 67 

Seek us, when we go astray : 

Blessed Jesus ! 
Hear young cMldren, when they pray. 

3 Thou hast promis'd to receive us, 
Poor and sinful though we be : 

Thou hast mercy to relieve us, 
Grace to cleanse, and pow'r to free. 

Blessed Jesus ! 
Let us early turn to Thee. 

4 Early let us seek Thy favor^ 
Early let us do Thy will ; 

Holy Lord, our only Saviour ! 
With Thy grace our bosom fill : 

Blessed Jesus ! 
Thou hast lov'd us, love us still. 

Dorothy A. Thrupp, 1850; 

102 c M 

1 TESUS ! These eyes have never seen 
I ^ That radiant form of Thine ; 

I The veil of sense hangs dark between 

Thy blessed face and mine. 

2 I see Thee not, I hear Thee not, 
Yet, art Thou oft with me ; 

And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot. 
As where I meet with Thee. 

3 Like some bright dream that comes unsought. 
When slumbers o'er me roll, 

Thine image ever fills my thought, 
And charms my ravish'd soul. 

4 Yet, though I have not seen, and still 
Must rest in faith alone, 

I love Thee, dearest Lord I — and will, 
Unseen, but not unknown* 



68 TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, 
And still this throbbing heart, 
The rending veil shall Thee reveal. 
All glorious as Thou art ! 

Ray Palmer, 1859. 



TENTH SUNDAY AFTEE TEINITY 



103 ^- ^ 

1 TESUS ! my Shepherd, let me share 
^ Thy guiding hand. Thy tender care; 
And.let me ever find in Thee, 

A refuge and a rest for me. 

2 O lead me ever by Thy side, 

Where fields are green, and waters glide 
And be Thou still, where'er I be, 
A refuge and a rest for me. 

3 While I this barren desert tread, 
Feed Thou my soul on heav'nly bread ; 
'Mid foes and fears Thee may I see, 

A refuge and a rest for me. 

4 Anoint me with Thy gladd'ning grace. 
To cheer me in the heav'nly race ; 
Cause all my gloomy doubts to flee. 
And make my spirit rest in Thee. 

5 When death shall end this mortal strife, 
Bring me through death to endless life ; 
Then, face to face, beholding Thee, 
My refuge and my rest shalt be. 

104 7s. 

1 I ESUS, Saviour, Son of God ! 
•" Who, for me, life's pathway trod, 
Who, for me, became a child ; 
Make me humble, meek and mild. 



TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. t 

2 I, Thy faithful lamb would be, 
Jesus ! I would f oUow Thee ; 
Samuel was Thy child of old, 
Keep me, too, within Thy fold. 

3 Dearest Saviour ! 1 am Thine,, 
Bid Thy Spirit on me shine ; 
Keep my weak and sinful heart, 

I Lest it should from Thee depart. 

! 4 Teach me how to pray to Thee r 
Make me holy, heavenly ; 
Let me love, what Thou dost love ; 
Let me live with Thee above ! 

Bickersteth's Collection, a. 

ItOS 7«- 

I 1 T>RINCE of Peace ! control my wlU, 

I i Bid this struggling heart be still ; 

Bid my fears and doubtings cease, 

Hush my spirit into peace. 

2 Thou hast bought me with Thy blood ; 
Open'd wide the gate to God ; 

Peace I ask — but peace must be, 
Lord ! in being one with Thee. 

3 May Thy will, not mine, be done ; 
May Thy will and mine be one ; 
Chase these doubtings from my heart, 
Now Thy perfect peace impart. 

4 Saviour ! at Thy feet I f aU ; 
Thou, my life, my God, my aU ! 
Let Thy happy servant be 
One for evermore with Thee ! 

Anon. 



W ELETENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

ELEVENTH SUNDAY AFTEE TEINITY, 



106 c M. 

1 T ORD ! like the publican I stand, 
Aj And lift my heart to Thee ; 

Thy pardoning grace, O God ! command ; 
Be merciful to me. 

2 I smite my anxious breast, 

O'erwhelmed with agony ! 
O save my soul by sin oppressed ; 
Be merciful to me. 

3 My guilt, my shame, I aU confess, 

I have no hope nor plea 
But Jesus' blood and righteousness ; 
Be merciful to me. 



Here at Thy cross I still would wait, 

Nor from its shelter flee. 
Till Thou, O God ! in mercy great, 

Art merciful to me. 

T. Raffles, 183' 



107 



7s. 

1 TTOLY Jesus, Saviour blest ! 

-tl As, by passion strong possess'd, 
Through this world of sin we stray. 
Thou to guide us, art the Way. 

2 Holy Jesus ! when like night, 
Error bhnds our clouded sight. 
Round the cheering day to throw. 
Saviour! then the "Truth" art Thou. 

3 Holy Jesus ! when our pow'r 
Fails us in temptations hour. 
All unequal to the strife. 
Thou to aid us, art the Life. 



TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 71 

I: Who would reach his heav'nly home, 
Who would to the Father come, 
Who the Father's presence see, 
Jesus ! he must come by Thee. 

Eichard Mant, 1837, a. 



TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TEINITT, 



1108 ^- M- 

1 "VI Y dear Redeemer, and my Lord ! 
-i-'-l I read my duty in Thy word ; 
But in Thy life the law appears, 
Drawn out in hving characters. 

2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal, 
Such deference to Thy Father's will. 
Such love and meekness, so divine, 

I would transcribe, and make them mine. 

3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 
Witness' d the fervor of Thy pray'r ; 
The desert Thy temptations knew, 
Thy conflict and Thy victory too. 

4 Be Thou my pattern ; make me bear 
More of Thy gracious image here ; 

Then God, the Judge, shall own my name. 
Among the followers of the Lamb. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 

109 7^ 

1 TZ ING of kings ! and Wilt Thou deign 
-LV O'er this wayward heart to reign ? 
Henceforth take it for Thy throne, 
Rule here, Lord! and rule alone. 

2 Then, like heav'ns angelic bands. 
Waiting for Thy high commands, 
All my pow'rs shall wait on Thee, 
Captive, yet divinely free. 



110 



72 THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

3 At Thy Word my will shall bow, 
Judgment, reason, bending low ; 
Hope, desire, and ev'ry thought, 
Into glad obedience brought. 

4 Tun'd by Thee in sweet accord. 
All shall sing their gracious Lord ; 
Love, the leader of the choir, 
Breathing round her seraphfire. 

W. A. Muhlenberg, 1859. 
7s. 

1 JESUS, aU-atoning Lamb! 
V Thine, and only Thine, I am ; 
Take my body, spiiit, soul ; 
Only Thou possess the whole. 

2 Thou, my one thing needful be, 
Let me ever cleave to Thee, 
Let me choose the better part, 
Let me give Thee all my heart. 

3 Whom have I on earth below ? 
Thee, and only Thee, I know ; 
Whom have I in heav'n but Thee ? 
Thou art all in all to me. 

Charles Wesley. 



THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTEE 
TRINITY. 



Ill L M. 

1 T^HOU only Sovereign of my heart, 

1 My Refuge, my almighty Friend! 
And can my soul from Thee depart. 
On whom alone my hopes depend? 

2 Whither, ah ! whither shall I go, 

A wretched wand'rer from my Lord ? 
Can this dark world of sin and woe 
One gUmpse of happiness afford ? 



THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 73 

3 Eternal life Thy words impart, 

On these my fainting spirit lives ; \ 
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart, 

Than all the round of nature gives. ' 

4 Thy name my inmost pow'rs adore ; i 

Thou art my Life, my Joy, my Care ; i 
Depart from Thee ? — 'tis death, —'tis more ; 

'Tis endless ruin, — deep despair ! . j 

5 Low at Thy feet my soul would lie ; , 

Here safety dwells, and peace divine ; \ 

Still let me live beneath Thine eye, | 

For, life, eternal life is Thine. j 

Anne Steele, 1760. ! 

112 !-• ^- 

1 1 ^EAR Lord ! my love I give to Thee, 

^ Not that Thy grace may come to me, i 

Nor yet to save my soul from shame, j 

Or suffer'ng in eternal flame. I 

2 Thou, Thou, dear Jesus ! for me died, j 
Thou Saviour ! spurn'd and crucified, j 

»Thou bor'st the cruel nails and spear, ] 

And scoffs and curses Thou didst hear. : 

3 How many griefs Thy spirit bore, 

The bloody sweat, the anguish sore ? j 

And death, at last, and all for me, ' 

For me, a sinner. Lord ! for me ? 4 

4 Not for reward or hope I love, ' 
But Thou hast lov'd me from above, 

I love and wUl love Thee alone. 
Who mak'st my wnUng heart Thy throne. 
Latin Hymn. Anon. 

Erastus C. Benedict, Tr., 1868. 

1 1 7s and 6s. Eight lines. ! 

DEAR and blessed Jesus ! 

We come with songs of praise, \ 

Our thankful hearts and voices ; 

To Thee we gladly raise ; * 

■ i 



O 



74 FOURTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY 

Though Thou art high and holy, 
'Mid angels bright above. 

Yet, we on earth so lowly 
May reach Thee with our love. 

2 For, Thou in Thy compassion 

Didst leave Thy heav'nly home, 
And didst in Bethlehem's manger 

A httle child become ; 
Didst live a life of sorrow, 

And die a death of shame, 
That Thou might'st give salvation 

To all, who trust Thy name. 

3 dear and blessed Jesus ! 

Accept our loving song. 
As we now come to praise Thee, 

A thankful, happy throng ; 
As we recount Thy story, 

We wonder and adore : 
Oh ! may we sing Thy glory, 

Both liow and evermore. 



FOUKTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER 
TEINITY. 



114 



7s. Six lines. Ps. 2'i. 

SHEPHERD ! with Thy tender'st love, 
Guide me to Thy fold above ; 
Let me hear Thy gentle voice ; 
More and more in Thee rejoice ; 
From Thy fullness grace receive ; 
Ever in Thy Spirit hve. 

Fill'd by Thee my cup o'erflows, 
For. Thy love no limit knows : 
Guardian angels, ever nigh, 
Lead and draw my soul on high ; 
Constant to my latest end. 
Thou my footsteps wilt attend. 



FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 75 

3 Jesus ! with Thy presence blest. 
Death is life, and labor rest ; 
Guide me while I draw my breath, 
' Guard me through the gate of death, 

And at last, Oh ! let me stand, 
With the sheep at Thy right hand. 

1115 ^® ^^^ ^^- (^^' ^*' ^^^-^ 

1 QAVIOUR! IfoUowon, 

I ^ Guided by Thee, 

i Seeing not yet the hand 

. That leadeth me ; 

j Hush'd be my heart and still, 

I Fear I no further ill, 

I Only to meet Thy will 

My will shall be. 

I 2 Riven the rock for me, 

I Thirst to relieve ; 

' Manna from heaven falls 

Fresh ev'ry eve ; 
Never a want severe 
' Causeth my eye a tear, 

But Thou dost whisper near, 
" Only believe ! " 

3 Saviour ! I long to walk 

Closer with Thee ; 
Led by Thy guiding hand 

Ever to be ; 
Constantly near Thy side, 
Quicken'd and purified, 
Living for Him who died 

Freely for me! Chas. S. Robinson, 1862. 



FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTEE TRINITY 

116 ^^ ^^^ ^^- ^^^' ^^' ^^^-^ 

1 TTPWARD. O Lord! to Thee, 
^ Only to Thee, 
The hopeful soul aspires, 



76 FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

To Thee, to Thee ; 
All, time or life requires, 
Its purpose and desires, 

Leaving to Thee. 

2 Thou blessed Lord, our God, 

Saviour and King ! 
Lo ! we, with one accord, 

Rejoice and sing: 
Grant us a cheering word, 
While to Thee, lov'd, ador'd, 

True hearts we bring. 

3 Upward, O Lord! to Thee, 

Upward, always. 
Our best delight shall be 

Glad songs to raise ; 
How soon Thy face to see ! 
Then, through eternity. 

Thank Thee and praise. 

Henry Bateman, 1862. 

in ^- ^• 

1 i\ CHRIST, the Lord of heav'n! to Thee, 

' ' Cloth'd with all majesty divine, 
Eternal pow'r and glory be ! 
Eternal praise, of right, is Thine. 

2 Reign, Prince of life ! that once Thy brow 

Didst yield to wear the wounding thorn ; 
Reign, thron'd beside the Father now, 
Ador'd the Son of God, first born ! 

3 From angel hosts, that round Thee stand, 

With forms more pure than spotless snow, 
From the bright, burning, seraph band. 
Let praise in loftiest numbers flow ! 

4 To Thee, the Lamb, our mortal songs, 

Bom of deep, fervent love, shall rise ; 
All honor to Thy name belongs. 
Our lips would sound it to the skies. 



SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 77 

,J 

> "Jesus !" — all earth shall speak the word ; ' 

•' Jesus" — all heav'n resound it still ; ' 

Immanuel. Saviour, Conqueror, Lord! 
Thy praise the universe shall fill. 

Ray Palmer, 1867. 

fig 7s and 6s. Eight lines. 

1 THO Thee, my God and Saviour! 

^ My heart exulting sings, 

Rejoicing in Thy favor, : 

Almighty King of kings ! 

I'll celebrate Thy glory, j 

With all Thy saints above, i 

And tell the joyful story j 

Of Thy redeeming love. { 

j 

2 By Thee, through life supported, ^ 

I pass the dangerous road, ^ 

With heav'nly hosts escorted, 

Up to their bright abode ; , 

There, east my crown before Thee, — .1 

Now, aU my conflicts o'er, — 
And day and night adore Thee : — 

What can an angel more ? 

Thomas Haweis, 1792. 



iSIXTEEFTH SUNDAY APTEE TEINITT 



119 c. M. 

1 TESTIS ! we sing Thy matchless grace 
^ That caUs us as Thine own : 

Give us among Thy saints a place 
To make Thy glories known ! 

2 AUied to Thee, our vital Head, 

We live, and grow, and thrive ; 
From Thee divided, each is dead, 
When most He seems alive. 



120 



SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

3 Thy saints on earth, and those above, 

Here join in one accord ; 
One body all in mutual love. 
And Thou the common Lord. 

4 Oh ! may our faith each moment gain 

More of Thy Spirit's g^race ; 
TiU Thou present us all complete 
Before Thy Father's face. 

L. M. 

1 y ES, Thou art mine, my blessed Lord ! 

» Forever and forever mine ; 
And, purchas'd with Thy precious blood, 
My Lord and Saviour ! I am Thine. 

2 Thy spotless righteousness is mine, 

Resplendent now before the throne ; 
In Thee I stand accepted there, — 
In Thee, O Son of God ! alone. 

3 Thy Spirit, Lord ! is mine, for Thou 

Didst send Him, never to depart. 
Thine own sweet Comforter, to dwell 
Within the temple of my heart. 

4 Thy rich inheritance is mine : 

Joint heir with Thee of worlds above, 
Lord ! in Thy kingdom I shaU shine, 
^ And reign with Thee in endless love. 

H.G.G. 



SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER 
TRINITY. 



121 c- ^• 

1 OLESS'D Jesus ! when my soaring thoughts 
-t) O'er an Thy graces rove ; 
How is my soul with transport lost — 
In wonder, joy, and love ! 



SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 7^ 

2 Not softest strains can charm mine ears 

Like Thy beloved name ; 
Nor aug'ht beneath the skies inspire 
My lieart with equal flame. 

3 Where'er I look, my wond'ring eyes 

Unnomber'd blessings see ; 
But what is life, with all its bliss, 
If once compar'd with Thee? 

4 Hast Thou a rival in my breast ? — 

Search, Lord ! for Tliou canst tell, 
If aught can raise my passions thus. 
Or please my soul so well. 

5 No ; Thou art precious to my heart, 

My Portion and my Joy ; 
Forever let Thy boundless grace 
My sweetest thoughts employ. 

Ottiwell Heginbotham, 1767. 

22 ^' ^• 

1 r^EAREST of aU the names above, 
' ' My Jesus and my Grod ! 

Who can resist Thy heav'nlv love. 
Or trifle with Thy blood ?'' 

2 'Tis by the merits of Thy death 

The Father smiles again ; 
'Tis by Thine interceding breath 
The Spirit dwells with men. 

8 Till God in human flesh I see, 
My thoughts no comfort find ; 
The holy, just, and sacred Three, 
Are terrors to my mind. 

4 But, if Immannel's face appear, 
My hope, my joy begins ; 
His name forbids my slavish fear. 
His grace removes my sins. 



80 EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

5 While Jews on their own law rely, 
And Greeks of wisdom boast ; — 
I love th' incarnate mystery. 
And there I fix my trust. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 



EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER 
TEINITY. 



123 



7s. 



1 I ESUS, merciful and mUd ! 
^' Lead me as a helpless child ; 
On no other arm but Thine, 
Would my weary soul recline. 

2 I am weakness, — Thou art might ; 
I am darkness, — Thou art light ; 

I am defiled with sin, 

Thou canst make me pure within. 

3 Thou canst fit me, by Thy grace, 
For the heav'nly dwelling-place ; 
All Thy promises are sure. 
Ever shall Thy love endure. 

4 Hearken to my tender pray'r, 
Let me Thine, own image bear : 
Let me love Thee more and more, 
Till I reach heaven's blissful shore. 

Thomas Hastings, 1858. 

124 ^' ^• 

1 7^ CHRIST, Thou glorious King! we own 
^ -^^ Thee to be God's eternal Son ; 

The Father's fulness, life di\ine, 
Mysteriously are also Thine. 

2 When rolling years brought on the day. 
Foretold and fix'd for this display. 
Our great deliv' ranee to obtain, 

Thou didst our nature not disdain. 



EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTEK TRINITY. 81 

o At God's rig'ht hand, now, Lord ! Thou'rt plac'd. 

And with Thy Father's glory grac'd, , 

True God and Man, in person One ; \ 

A Jndge to pass onr final doom. 1 

4 From day to day, O Lord ! do we \ 

On high exalt and honor Thee ; i 

I Thy name we worship and adore, ' 

I World without end, for evermore. i 

125 c M. I 

{ 1 'rHOU lovely Source of true delight, ] 

A Whom I unseen adore ! j 

Unveil Thy beauties to my sight, : 

That I may love Thee more. 

I I 

I 2 Thy glory o'er creation shines ; j 

But, in Thy sacred word i 

I read, in fairer, brighter lines, j 

My bleeding, dying Lord. | 

I 3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, j 

I " And sins and sorrows rise, ] 

Thy love, with cheerful beams of hope, j 

My fainting heart supplies. I 

j 

4 Jesus, my Lord, my Life, my Light ! 
Oh ! come with blissful ray ; 

Break radiant through the shades of night, 
And chase my fears away. 

5 Then shall my soul with rapture trace ; 
The wonders of Thy love : i 

But the full glories of Thy face 
Are only knovm above. I 

Anne Steele, 1760. ' 



NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTEE 
TEINITT. 



126 ^'^^ 

1 TESTIS ! Thou art my Righteousness, 
^ For, all my sins were Thine ; 
Thy death hath bought of God my peace, 
Thy life hath made Him mine. 

3 Spotless and just in Thee I am ; 
I feel my sins forgiven ; 
I taste salvation in Thy Name, 
And antedate my heaven. 

3 For ever here my rest shaU be. 

Close to Thy bleeding side ; 
This aU my hope, and all my plea, 
For me the Saviour died ! 

4 My dying Saviour and my God ! 

Fountain for guilt and sin, 
Sprinkle me ever with Thy blood, 
And cleanse and keep me clean ! 

5 Th' atonement of Thy blood apply, 

Till faith to sight improve ; 
Till hope in fuU fruition die. 
And aU my soul be love. 

Charles Wesley, 1740. 

127 ^- M- 

1 TESUS ! engrave it on my heart, 

♦-^ That Thou the one thing needful art ; 
I could from aU things parted be, 
But never, never, Lord ! from Thee. 

2 Needful is Thy most precious blood 
To reconcile my soul to God, 
Needful is Thy indulgent care, 
Needful Thy all-prevailing prayer. 



NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 88 

3 Needful Thy presence, dearest Lord ! 
True peace and comfort to afford. 
Needful Thy promise, to impart 
Fresh life and \igor to my heart. 

4 Needful art Thou, my Guide, my Stay, 
Through all life's dark and weary way ; 
Nor less in death Thou'lt needful be 
To bring my spirit home to Thee ! 

5 Then needful still, my God, my King ! 
Thy name eternally I'll sing ! • 
Glory and praise be ever His, 

The one thing needful Jesus is ! 

Samuel Medley. 

28 L. M. (With chorus, L. P. M.) 

r 1 TESUS, my Lord, my God, my AU ! 
O Hear me, blest Saviour ! when I call : 
Hear me, and, from Thy dwelling place, 
Pour down the riches of Thy grace : 
[Jesus, my Lord ! I Thee adore : 
Oh ! Make me love Thee more and more.] 

2 Jesus ! too late I Thee have sought ; 
How can I love Thee as I ought ? 
And how extol Thy matchless fame, 
The glorious beauty of Thy name ? 

3 Jesus ! what didst Thou find in me, 
That Thou hast dealt so lovingly ? 

How great the joy that Thou hast brought. 
So far exceeding hope or thought ! 

4 Jesus ! of Thee shall be my song ; 
To Thee my heart and soul belong; 
All, that I have or am, is Thine, 

And Thou, blest Saviour ! Thou art mine. 

Henry Collins, 1852. 



84 TWENTIETH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

TWENTIETH SUNDAY AFTER TKINITT 

1 JESUS, my Lord, ray chief Delight! 
O For Thee I long, for Thee I pray, 
Amid the shadows of the night, 

Amid the business of the day, 

2 When shall I see Thy smiling face, 

Which I by faith have often seen ? 
Arise, Thou Sun of righteousness ! 
Scatter the clouds that intervene. 

3 Thou art the glorious gift of God, 

To sinners weary and distrest, 
The first of all His gifts bestow'd, 
And certain pledge of all the rest. 

4 Could I but say, " This gift is mine !" 

The world should lie beneath my feet ; 
Though poor, no more would I repine, 
Or look with envy on the great. 

5 This precious jewel I would keep, 

And lodge it deep within my heart ; 
At home, abroad, awake, asleep, 
It never should from thence depart. 

Benjamin Beddome, 1787, a. 



130 



7s. Six lines. 

1 OAVIOUR! happy would I be, 
kO Could I always trust in Thee ; 
Trust Thy wisdom me to guide ; 
Trust Thy goodness to provide ; 
Trust Thy saving love and pow'r ; 
Trust Thee ev'ry day and hour. 

2 Trust Thee as the only light, 
In the darkest hour of night ; 
Trust in sickness, trust in health ; 



TWENTY-FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 85 

Tnist in poverty and wealth ; 
Trnst in joy, and trust in grief ; 
Trust Thy promise for relief. 

3 Trust Thy blood to cleanse my soul ; 

Trust Thy grace to make me whole ; 

Trust Thee living, dying too ; 

Trust Thee all my journey through : 
i Trust Thee till my feet shall be 

I Planted at the crystal sea. E. H. Nevin, a. 

131 L ^ 

i Lj^XALTED Jusus, heav'nly King! 
I J-^ Angels to Thee Their off'rings bring ; 

And yet Thou scornest not the praise, 
The simple song that children raise. 

2 And hast Thou deign'd from high to come, 
I And make this fallen world Thy home ? 

! Yea, bow Thee to the cross and grave. 

And die, a sinful worm to save ? 

3 Crown Him with praises, all that live ; 
To Him your ceaseless homage give ; 
Praises and homage well are due 

To him, who gave himself for you. 

4 Exalted Saviour, risen Lord ! 
Jesus ! by all in heav'n ador'd, 

Set up with man Thy fallen throne, 
And make all hearts on earth Thine own. 



TWENTY-FIKST SUNDAY AFTEE 
TRINITY. 



go 8s, 7s and 4s. ] 

1 f EAD us, heav'nly Father ! lead us 

J--^ O'er the world's tempestuous sea 

Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, \ 

For, we have no help but Thee ; \ 

Yet, possessing, — Every blessing, \ 

If our God our Father be. ^ 



86 TWENTY-FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY- 

2 Saviour ! breathe forgiveness o'er us ; 

All our weakness Thou dost know ; 
Thou didst tread this earth before us ; 

Thou didst feel its keenest woe ; 
Lone and dreary, — Faint and weary, 

Through the desert Thou didst go. 

3 Spirit of our God ! descending, 

Fill our hearts with heav'nly joy ; 
Love with ev'ry passion blending. 

Pleasure that can never cloy ; 
Thus provided, — Pardon'd, guided. 

Nothing can our peace destroy. 

James Edmeston, 1820. 

t OO 7s and f^s. Eight lines. 

1 r\ LAMB of God ! still keep me 
^^ Near to Thy wounded side ; 
'Tis only there in safety 

And peace I can abide ! 
What foes and snares surround me ! 

What doubts and fears within ! 
The grace that sought and found me, 

Alone can keep me clean. 

2 'Tis only in Thee hiding, 

I know my life secure ; 
Only in Thee abiding. 

The conflict can endure ; 
Thine arm the vict'ry gaineth 

O'er ev'ry hateful foe ; 
Thy love my heart sustaineth, 

In all its care and woe. 

3 Soon shall my eyes behold Thee, 

With rapture, face to face ; 
One half hath not been told me 

Of all Thy pow'r and grace ; 
Thy beauty. Lord ! and glory, 

The wonders of Thy love. 
Shall be the endless story 

Of all Thy saints above. J. G. Deck, 1857. 



TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 87 

TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTEK 
TEINITY. 



il34 ^' ^' 

1 TESUS! most merciful and kind, 

O Belov'd and loving, both combin'd ; 
Jesus, Thou good and gracious One ! 
Of Mary and of God, the Son. 

2 Who can conceive, or who record, 
What bliss it is to love Thee, Lord ! 
To dweU in humble faith with Thee, 
Is boundless, full felicity. 

3 Let saints below and saints above. 
Show forth Thy faithful, endless love ; 
And know the 'joy Thy people see, 
Who suffer and who weep with Thee. 

4 Infinite Majesty above ! 

Our Hope, our Life, our Joy and Love ; 
Thv fulness, Jesus ! let us see. 
And evermore abide in Thee. 

5 Thus, seeing and enjoying Thee, 

In earth and heav'n our joy shall be ; 
And grateful praise to Thee be giv'n, 
Through aU the blissful life of heav'n ! 

i -g QK 8s and 7s. 

1 TTAIL ! Thou once despised Jesus ! 
Xl Hail ! Thou Galilean King ! 

1 Who didst suffer to release us ; 

Who didst free salvation biing. 

2 Paschal Lamb ! by God appointed. 

All our sins on Thee were laid : 
By Almighty love anointed. 
Thou hast fuU atonement made. 



88 TWENTY-THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

3 Jesus, hail ! enthron'd in glory, 

There forever to abide ! 
All the heav'nly hosts adore Thee, 
Seated at Thy Father's side : 

4 There for sinners Thou art pleading ; — 

There Thou dost our place prepare ; 
Ever for us interceding. 
Till in glory we appear. 

5 Worship, honor, pow'r, and blessing. 

Thou art worthy to receive ; 
Loudest praises, without ceasing, 
Meet it is for us to give. 

John Bakeweil, 1760. 



TWENTY-THIED SUNDAY ATTER 
TEINITY. 



136 ^^ ^^^ ^^' ^^^*' ^^^^-^ 

1 TESUS! Thy name I love, 
^ All other names above, 

Jesus, my Lord ! 
Oh ! Thou art all to me ; 
Nothing to please I see, 
Nothing apart from Thee, 

Jesus, my Lord ! 

2 Thou, blessed Son of God ! 
Hast bought me with Thy blood, 

Jesus, my Lord ! 
Oh ! how great is Thy love, 
All other loves above, — 
Love that I daily prove, 

Jesus, my Lord ! 

3 Soon Thou wilt come again ; 
I shall be happy then, 

Jesus, my Lord ! 
Then Thine own face I'll see, 



FOURTH SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 89 

Then I shaU Uke Thee be. 
Then ever more with Thee, 
Jesus, my Lord ! 

Anonvmous, 1851. 



137 



7s. 

1 pHRIST, of aU my hopes the ground,— 
^ Christ, the Spring of all my joy ! 
Still in Thee may I be found, 

StiU for Thee my pow'rs employ. 

2 Fountain of overflowing grace ! 

Freely from Thy f uUness give ; 
Tin I close my earthly race, 
May I prove it, '' Christ to live." 

3 Firmly trusting in Thy blood, 

Nothing shaU my heart confound ; 
Safely I shaU pass the flood, 
Safely reach Immanuel's ground. 

4 When I touch the blessed shore, 

Back the closing waves shall roU ; 

Death's dark stream shall never more 

Part from Thee my ravish'd soul. 

5 Thus, — Oh ! thus, an entrance give 

To the land of cloudless sky ; 
Having known it, *' Christ to live," 
Let me know it, ^'gain to die." 

Ralph Wardlaw, 1817. 



rOURTH SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT, 



I^^Q 8s, 7s and 4s. 

1 U OLY Saviour ! we adore Thee, 
AA Seated on the throne of God ; 
AH heaven's hosts bow dovm before Thee, 
And we sing Thy praise aloud. 

Thou art worthy ! 
We were ransom'd by Thy blood. 



90 FOURTH SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 

3 Saviour ! though the world despis'd Thee, 
Though Thou here wast crucified, 
Yet the Father's glory rais'd Thee, 
Lord of all creation wide ; 

Thou art worthy ! 
We shall live, for Thou hast died. 

3 And though here on earth rejected, 

'Tis but fellowship with Thee ; 
What besides could be expected, 
Than like Thee, our Lord ! to be ? 

Thou art worthy ! 
Thou from earth hast set us free. 

4 Haste the day of Thy returning, 

With Thy ransom'd Church to reign ; 
Then shall end our days of mourning ; 
We shall sing with rapture then, 

"Thou art worthy!" 
Come, Lord Jesus ! come. Amen. 

Samuel P. Tregelles. 
C. M. 
i T ORD JESUS ! we are one with Thee ; 
-Lj Oh ! height, Oh ! depth of love ! 
With Thee we died upon the tree. 
In Thee we live above. 



139 



2 Such was thy grace, that, for our sake, 

Thou didst from heav'n come down. 
Thou didst of flesh and blood partake. 
In aU our sorrows one. 

3 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine, 

Confessed and borne by Thee, 
The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine, 
To set Thy members free. 

4 Ascended now in glory bright. 

Still one with us Thou art ; 
Nor life, nor death, nor depth, noi" height, 
Thy saints and Thee can part. 



THIRD SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 91 

5 Soon, soon shall come that glorious day 
When, seated on Thy throne. 
Thou shalt to wond'ring worlds display 
That Thou with us art one. 

James G. Deck, 1837. 



THIRD SUNDAY BEFOEE ADVENT. 



il40 ^- ^^ 

1 / COMPLETE in Thee ! no work of mine 
Vv May take, dear Lord ! the place of Thine ; 
Thy blood has pardon bought for me. 
And I am now complete in Thee. 

2 Complete in Thee ! no more shall sin, 
Th}^ grace has conquer'd. reign within ; 
Thy voice will bid the tempter flee. 
And I shall stand complete in Thee. 

3 Complete in Thee ! each want supplied, 
And no good thing to me denied ; 
Since Thou my portion. Lord ! wilt be, 
I ask no more, complete m Thee. 

4 Dear Saviour ! when, before Thy bar. 
All tribes and tongues assembl'd are, 
Among Thy chosen may I be 
At Thy right hand, complete in Thee. 

A. R. W 



141 

1 



L. M, 



JESUS ! Thy blood and righteousness 
My beauty are, — my glorious dress ; 
Midst flaming worlds, iq these array'd, 
With joy shall I lift up my head. 



2 Thou, holy, spotless Lamb of God ! 
For me didst offer life and blood ; 
For all my guilt Thou didst atone ; 
Thou art iny Saviour — Thou alone ! 



92 SECOND SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 

3 Thy blood, so freely shed for me, 
Shall all my hope and comfort be ; 
In life and death, I will confess 
Thy blood my only righteousness. 

4 When from the dust of death I rise 
To claim my mansions in the skies, 
E'en then, this shall be all my plea ; 
Jesus hath lived and died for me. 

5 Oh ! let the dead now hear Thy voice : 
And bid Thy banish'd ones rejoice ; 
Their beauty this — their glorious dress, 
Jesus I Thy blood and righteousness. 

Nikolaus L. Zinzendorf, 1739. 

John Wesley, Tr., 1740, a. 



SECOND SUNDAY BEFOBE ADVENT- 
142 ^' ^^• 

1 TTOPE of our hearts, O Lord ! appear, 
-tX Thou glorious Star of day ! 

Shine forth, and chase the dreary night, 
With all our fears, away. 

2 Strangers on earth, we wait for Thee : 

Oh! leave the Father's throne ; 
Come with the shout of Victory, Lord ! 
And claim us for Thine own ! 

3 No resting-place we seek on earth, 

No loveliness we see ; 
Our eye is on the royal crown, 
Prepar'd for us and Thee. 

4 But, dearest Lord ! however bright 

That crown of joy above, 
What is it to the brighter hope 
Of dwelling in Thy love ? 



SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 93 

5 What to the joy — the deeper joy, 

UDiiiingled, pure, and free. — 
Of union with our hving Head, 

Of fellowship with Thee "i Edw. Denny, 1839. 
Q 8s, 7s and 4s. 

1 TESUS, Lord of life and glory ! 

^ Bend from heav'n Thy gracious eai* ; 
While our waiting souls adore Thee, 

Friend of helpless sinners ! hear ; 
By Thy mercy. 

Oh ! deliver us, good Lord ! 

2 From the depth of nature's blindness. 

From the hard'ning pow'r of sin. 
From all malice and unkindness. 
From the pride that lurks within, 

By Thy mercy. 
Oh ! deliver us, good Lord. 

3 When temptation sorely presses, 

In the day of Satan's pow'r, 
In our times of deep distresses, 
In each dark and trying hour, 

By Thy mercy. 
Oh ! deliver us, good Lord ! 

4 In the solemn hour of dying. 

In the awful Judg;ment Day. 
May our souls on Thee relying, 
Find Thee still our Rock and Stay : 

By Thy mercy, 
Oh ! deliver us, good Lord. 

James J. Cummins, 1849. 



SUNDAY BEFOEE ADVENT. 



144 ®- -^* 

1 nPHOU Judge of quick and dead, 
i- Before whose bar severe. 
With holy joy, or guilty dread. 
We aU shaU soon appear ! 



94 SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. 

2 Our caiitiori'd soiils prepare 

For that tremeudous day ; 
Oh ! All us now with watchful care. 
And stir us up to pray : — 

3 To pray, and wait the hour, 

That awful hour unknown, 
When, rob'd in majesty and pow'r 
Thou Shalt from heav'n come down ! 

4 Oh ! may we all be found 

Obedient to Thy word, — 
Attentive to the trumpet's sound. 
And looking for our Lord ! 

5 Oh ! may we thus ensure 

Our lot among the blest, 
And watch a moment, to secure 
An everlasting rest ! 

Charles Wesley, 1740. 

145 s-^- 

1 i^OME, Lord ! and tarry not : 
V_y Bring the long-look' d-f or day ; 
Oh ! why these years of waiting here, 



Oh ! why these years of 
These ages of delay ? 



2 Come, for Thy saints still wait : 

Daily ascends their sigh ; 
The Spirit and the Bride say. Come ! 
Dost Thou not hear the cry ? 

3 Come, for Thy Israel pines, 

An exile from Thy fold ; 
Oh ! call to mind Thy faithful word. 
And bless them as of old ! 

4 Come, and make all things new. 

Build up this ruined earth, 
Restore our faded paradise, — 
Creation's second birth. 



MISSIONS. 95 

Come, and begin Thy reign 

Of everlasting peace : 
Come, take the kingdom to Thyself, 

Great King of righteousness ! 

Horatius ponar, 1857. 



MISSIONS, 



.46 



L. M. 
SPIRIT of the living God ! 
In all Thy plenitude of grace, 
Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
Descend on our apostate race. 



^O 



2 Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love 

To preach the reconciling word ; 
i Give pow'r and unction from above, 

I Where'er the joyful sound is heard. 

3 Be darkness, at Thy coming, light ; 

Confusion, — order, in Thy path; 
Souls without strength, inspire with might, 
Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 

4 O Spirit of the Lord ! prepare 

All the round earth her God to meet ; 
Breathe Thou abroad like morning air, 
Till hearts of stone begin to beat. 

5 Baptize the nations ; far and nigh. 

The triumphs of Thy cross record ; 
The name of Jesus glorify. 
Till every kindred call Him Lord. 

James Montgomery, 1825. 

J4'7 c. M. 

1 TESUS, immortal King ! arise ; 
O Assume, assert Thy sway ; 
Till earth, subdu'd, its tribute bring. 
And distant lands obey. 



96 HOLY BAPTISM. 

2 Ride forth, victorious Conquerer ! ride. 

Till all Thy foes submit ; 
And all the pow'rs of hell resign 
Their trophies at Thy feet. 

3 Send forth Thy word, and let it fly, 

This spacious earth around ; 

Till ev'ry soul, beneath the sun, 

ShaU hear the joyful sound. 

4 From sea to sea, from shore to shore. 

May Jesus be ador'd ; 
And earth, with aU her millions, shout 
Hosannas to the Lord. 

A. C. Hobart Seymour, 1810. 



HOLT BAPTISM. 



148 



i 



7s 

1 rj EAV'NLY Father ! may Thy love 
tl Beam upon us from above ; 

Let this infant find a place 
In Thy covenant of grace. 

2 Son of God ! be with us here, 
Listen to our humble pray'r ; 
Let Thy blood on Calvary spilt 
Cleanse this child from nature's guilt. 

3 Holy Ghost ! to Thee we cry, 
Thou this infant sanctify ; 
Thine ahnighty pow'r display, 
Seal him to redemption's day. 

4 Great Jehovah ! Father, Son, 
Holy Spirit, Three in One, 

Let the blessing come from Thee ; 
Thine shall all the glory be. 

Benjamin Guest, 1843. 



149 



BURIAL OF THE DEAD. 97 

L.M. 



1 f^ REAT Saviour ! who didst condescend 
vT Young children in Thine arras to embrace, 
Still prove Thyself the infant's friend, 
Baptize them with Thy cleansing grace. 

3 Whilst in the slippery path of youth, 

Be Thou their Guardian and their Guide, 
That they, directed by Thy truth, 
May never from Thy precepts slide. 

8 To love Thy word their hearts incline, 
To understand it light impart ; 
O Saviour ! consecrate them Thine, 
Take full possession of their heart. 



BUEIAL OF THE DEAD, 



150 8s and 7s. I 

1 TESTIS ! while our hearts are bleeding \ 
^ O'er the spoils, that death hath won ; ] 
We would at this solemn meeting, .j 

Calmly say, — Thy will be done. | 

i 

2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken ; J 

Though afflicted, not alone ; ; 
Thou didst give, and Thou hast taken; 

Blessed Lord, — Thy will be done. j 

3 Tho' to-day we're fill'd with mourning, { 

Mercy still is on the throne ; ' 
With Thy smiles of love returning. 

We can sing, — Thy will be done. i 

4 By Thy hands the boon was given, I 

Thou hast taken but Thine own : ' 

Lord of earth, and God of heaven, ' 
Evermore, — Thy will be done ! 

Thomas Hastings, 



151 



DISMISSION. 

7s. 

1 T^ARTH to earth, and dust to dust, 
-C^ Lord ! we own the sentence just : 
Righteous is the common doom, 

All must moulder in the tomb. 

2 Thou didst triumph o'er the grave, 
Thou wilt Thy people save : " 
Ransom'd by Thy blood, the just 
Rise immortal from the dust. 

Gurney, 



DISMISSION. 



1 go 8s, 7s and 4s, 

1 T ORD ! dismiss us with Thy blessings 
-Li Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; 
Let us each. Thy love possessing, 

Triumph in redeeming grace ; 

Oh ! refresh us, 
Travling through this wilderness, 

2 Thanks we give^ and adoration, 

For Thy gospel's joyful sound ; 
May the fruits of Thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives abound ; 

May Thy presence 
With us, evermore, be found ! 

S So, whene'er the signal's given 
Us from earth to call away ; 
Borne on angels' wings to heaven. 
Glad the summons to obey, 

We shall surely 
Reign with Christ in endless day ! 

Walter Shirley, 1774. 



DOXOLOGIES. 99 

DOXOLOGIES. 



1 L. M. 

'T'HOU great Jehovah ! Father,— Son,— 
A And Holy Spirit, — Three in One, 
Oh! let the blessing come from Thee, 
And Thine shall all the glory be. 

2 L. M. 

fyO God, the Father,— God, the Son,— 
i- And God, the Spirit, — Three in One, 
Be honor, praise, and glory giv'n. 
By all on earth, and all in heav'n^ 

3 CM. 

TO Father,— Son,— and Holy Ghost,— 
The God, whom we adore, 
Be glory as it was, is now. 
And shall be evermore. 
A C. M. 

LL glory to the Father be, — 
All glory to the Son, — 
All glory to the Holy Ghost, — 
While endless ages run. 

S. M. 
'O the eternal Three, 
In will and essence one ; 
To Father, — Son, — and Spirit, — be 
Co-eqnal honors done. 

S. M. 
l^HE Father,— and the Son,— 
And Spirit, — we adore ; 
We praise, we bless, we worship Thee, 
Both now, and evermore. 
7s. 
OLY Father! Holy Son! 
Holy Spirit ! Three in One, 
Praise, and glory be to Thee, 
Now, and through eteraity. 



A^ 



T 



T 



H' 



100 

8 



9 



LIST OP TUNES. 

8s and 7s. 

GLORY be to God, the Father,—- 
Glory be to God, the Son,— 
Glory be to God, the Spirit, — 
The eternal Three in One. 

8s, 7s and 4s. 

GREAT Jehovah ! we adore Thee,- 
God, the Father,— God, the Son,- 
God, the Spirit, — join'd in glory 
On the same eternal throne ; 

Endless praises 
To Jehovah, — Three in One. 



LIST OF TUNES. 

(Only peculiar Metres.) 



L. P. M. 

Monmouth, 
Nashville. 

H. M. 

Claremont, 

Lenox, 

Zebulon. 

78. Four lines. 
Guide, 
Horton, 
Pleyel's Hjnun. 

7s. Six lines. 
Guiding Star, 
Sabbath, 
Safely Through, 
Toplady. 



7s. Eight lines. 
Benevento, 
Martyn, 
Sabbath, 
Spanish Hymn, 
Watchman. 

7s&6s. Eight lines 
Greenland, 
Missionary hymn 
Webb. 

8s&7s. Fourjines. 
Mt. Vernon, 
Saxony, 
Sicily, 
Wilmot. 

8s&7s. Eight lines 

Bavaria, 
Greenville, 



Nettleton, 
Sicily, (double,) 
Svran. 

8s, 7s & 4s. 

Greenville, 
Harwell, 
Nettleton, 
Sicilian Hymn, 
Zion. 

6s&4s. (664,6664.) 
America, 
Italian Hymn, 
New Haven. 

6s&4s. (64,64,664) 
Bethany. 

6s &4s. (64, 64, 6664) 

Hope, 

Oak. 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES, 

HYMN. 

Abide among us with Thy grace 35 

All praise to Thee, eternal Lord 11 

Blessed Jesus ! when my soaring thoughts 131 

Blessed Saviour ! Thee I love 61 

Christ, above all glory seated 69 

j Christ, of all my hopes the ground 137 

■Come, Holy Spirit ! come 75 

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ! 73 

Come, Lord ! and tarry not 145 

i Come, Thou Saviour of our race 7 

Complete in Thee ! no work of mine 140 

Dearest of all the names above 133 

Dear Lord ! my love I give to Thee 113 

Earth to earth, and dust to dust. 151 

Exalted Jesus, heavenly King ! 131 

Father ! I sing Thy wondrous grace 38 

Father of eternal grace ! 87 

Father of heaven ! whose love profound 78 

Father ! our hearts we lift 14 

For Thy mercy and Thy grace 15 

Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free 39 

I Glory, and laud, and honor 53 

Glory be to God, the Father 83 

God of mercy, God of grace ! 33 

I Good news from heav'n the angels bring 13 

j Gracious Saviour ! gentle Shepherd 33 

Gracious Spirit, Dove Divine ! 74 

I Great Father of mankind ! 30 

I Great Prophet of our God ! 58 

I Great Saviour ! who didst condescend 149 

I Hail Jesus ! Israel's hope and light ! 31 

Hail ! Thou long expected Jesus ! 13 

I Hail ! Thou once despised Jesus ! 135 

j Hail ! Thou source of every blessing ! 37 

Heavenly Father ! may Thy love 148 

Holy Father, Great Creator ! 80 





INDEX 


OF FIRST LINES. 


HYMN. 


Holv Jesus, 


Saviour blest ! 


107 


Holy Saviour ! we adore Thee 


138 


Hope of our hearts, 


Lord! appear 


142 


Hosanna ! ] 


•aise the 


pealing hymn 


54 


How beauteous were 


) the marks divine . . . 


47 



How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 16 

I love Thy kingdom. Lord ! 92 

Jesus, all-atoning Lamb ! 110 

Jesus ! engrave it on my heart 127 

Jesus ! hail enthroned in glory 81 

Jesus ! holy child from heaven 18 

Jesus ! I live to Thee 95 

Jesus ! I love Tliee evermore 37 

Jesus ! I love Thy charming name 17 

Jesus, immortal King ! arise 147 

Jesus, Lord of life and glory ! 143 

Jesus, Lover of my soul I 50 

Jesus, merciful and mild ! 123 

Jesus ! most merciful and kind 134 

Jesus, my Lord ! how rich Thy grace 66 

Jesus, my Lord ! my chief Delight 129 

Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All ! 128 

Jesus, my Lord ! 'tis sweet to rest 64 

Jesus, my SaAiour ! bind me fast 85 

Jesus, my Shepherd ! let me share 103 

Jesus, my Strength, my Hope ! 82 

Jesus ! our soul's delightful choice 59 

Jesus, Saviour, Son of God ! 104 

Jesus, spotless Lamb of God! 84 

Jesus, the Christ of God ! 28 

Jesus ! these eyes have never seen 102 

Jesus ! the Shepherd of the sheep 60 

Jesus ! the spring of joys divine 62 

Jesus ! the very thought of Thee 24 

Jesus ! Thou art my righteousness 126 

Jesus ! Thou art the sinner's friend 49 

Jesus ! Thy blood and righteousness 141 

Jesus ! Thy boundless love to me 40 

Jesus ! Thy Church with longing eyes . 8 



IKBEX OF FIRST LlNES\ 

HYMN. 

Jesus ! Thy name I love 136 

Jesus ! we sing Thy matchless grace 119 

Jesus ! while our hearts are bleeding 150 

Jesus ! with all Thy saints above 51 

King of kings ! and wilt Thou deign 109 

Lamb of God! I look to Thee 98 

Lead us, heavenly Father! lead us 132 

, Let me be \nth Thee, where Thou art 63 

' Light of those, whose dreary dwelling 3 

Lord ! and whither shall we'^go 34 

Lord ! dismiss us mth Thy blessing 153 

; Lord ! I am vile, conceived in sin 44 

Lord Jesus ! we are one with Thee 139 

Lord ! hke the publican I stand 106 

Love divine, all loves exceUing 35 

Mightv God! while angels bless Thee 67 

I More love to Thee, O Christ! 97 

' My dear Redeemer and my Lord ! 108 

My faith looks up to Thee 90 

My Hope, my AU, nw Saviour Thou ! 86 

My Saviour ! I am Tliine 93 

My Saviour, my almighty Friend ! 99 

O Christ ! Redeemer of our race 10 

O Christ, the Lord of heav'n ! to Thee 117 

! O Christ, Thou glorious King! we own 124 

O Christ ! our Hope, our hearts' Desire 56 

, O Christ ! who hast prepar'd a place 71 

' O come, O come Emmanuel , 1 

I dear and blessed Jesus! 113 

j O Jesus, God and man ! — 23 

' O Jesus, King most wonderful ! — 26 

! O Jesus, Lord of heav'nly grace ! 5 

I O Jesus ! Thou the Beauty art. , : 48 

j O Jesus ! when I think of Thee 91 

O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen ! 31 

I O Holy Spirit ! come 76 

I Oh ! how shall I receive Thee 2 

' O Lamb of God! still keep me 133 

Once more, O Lord! Thy sign shaU be: , . , 4 



IKDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

HYMN. 

O Saviour ! who didst come 41 

O Saviour ! who for man hast trod 68 

O Spirit of the living God ! 146 

O Thou, from whom all goodness flows ! 42 

O Thou, the contrite sinner's Friend 43 

O Thou, the Lord and Life of those 96 

O Thou, who by a star didst guide 19 

Prince of peace ! control my will 105 

Ride on ! ride on, in majesty 53 

Rock of ages, cleft for me 45 

Saviour ! happy would I be 130 

Saviour ! I follow on *..,.. 115 

Saviour ! I look to Thee 39 

Saviour ! like a shepherd lead us 101 

Saviour ! teach me day b}^ day 100 

Saviour ! Thy gentle voice 30 

Saviour ! when in dust to Thee 36 

Shepherd ! with Thy tenderest love 114 

Thee, Thee, we praise, O God! and own 77 

The golden gates are lifted up 73 

There is a fountain, filled with blood 46 

There is none other name than Thine 65 

Thine for ever, God of love 94 

Thou art gone up on high 70 

Thou art the way ; — to Thee alone ; 33 

Thou Judge of quick and dead 144 

Thou Lord of all, on earth hast dwdt 57 

Thou lovely source of true dehght 135 

Thou only Sovereign of my heart Ill 

To God be fflory, peace on earth 79 j 

To Thee, my God and Saviour! 118 

To Thee, O dear, dear Saviour ! 88 , 

Upward, O Lord! to Thee 116 ; 

Welcome, Thou Victor in the strife 55 i 

Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer ! 6 

We sing to Thee, Immanuel ! 9 

What grace, O Lord ! and beauty shone 89 

Yes. Thou art mine, my blessed Lord ! 130 



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